Corporate Dreams
Victor put on his shades and turned to look out over the cascading water. Miles of ocean sprawled out into the horizon with large white clouds drifting in the background.
“Mr.Den we will be there in about an hour. We may encounter some rough sea coming into port, but nothing to be worried about. It should be smooth, may I get you another drink sir?” A man said. He dressed in a velvet blue suit, white tie and shiny black shoes. He was older, but clean shaven and hair slicked back. He was a professional.
“Yes, another sunrise please. And thank you for letting me know” Victor looked at his watch. It was a mix of gold and black, the background to the dials was an eternal shallow ocean with sun reflecting golden ribbons of light on his face each time he looked at it. The dials were black with small black arrows on the end, and the ticks for each hour and minute shimmered from black to gold as he turned it. He was always on time, no matter when he arrived. He leaned back into the large leather chair and put his feet up. The interior of the space was luxury beyond comprehension. Palm trees lined the sides of the cabin with a large chairs and space for each person. They had their own space to lean fully back and put their feet up. On the wall ran a brown accent that doubled as a table that sat below the large semi circular windows. The roof curved ever so slightly and rounded into the ceiling which casted a warm hue of light into the space which was natural and calming. The floor was lush carpet, but it never felt like you were sinking into it or getting caught. Running down the middle of the room was a strip of sea through glass that lit up the cabin with the glitter of sun reflecting, like Victors watch. In the very back was a large bar with some stools where people could go or they could wait to be served at their seats.
The craft that they were skimming the ocean on was a six cabin photon train. Made from the newest materials the Wave Corp had produced. The interior was dreamt up from a famous designer from the edge of Sinclair X which was only an hour away from the current planet they were on. Each blue orb in this solar system was a lush tropical paradise. Endless seas with large islands filled with cascading waterfalls, tropical plants and white sandy beaches for miles. The water filled with marine life and coral reefs that colored the bottom of the sea a carnival. Wave corp had discovered and set up the new cities on one of the islands near the equator of the planet. It was massive, the city rose into the blue and white sky. It was the best, the newest and the most advance. No expense had been spared.
The waiter returned with the sunrise. Its orange and yellow mix floated in a crystal rocks glass.
Victor nodded and took a sip. The flavors mixed perfectly. The sweetness swirled and caught every part of his tongue. He licked his lips and nodded to himself. Sitting to his left was his briefcase. A solid block of ethereal leather which would patina and change its shine from day to day, never getting scrapped or scratched. He pulled it onto his lap and opened it. Inside was a couple of documents, but from the top of the container a small holographic beamed out in front of him. The plans for the newest residential buildings on the north side of the island. There was a small ball on the side of the brief case which he spun and clicked on to move the buildings 3d model infront of him in different configurations. He would move into rooms, through hallways, in and out looking at different angles of the lobby and many of the restaurants. To the right was a full breakdown of all the materials and their real time costs in a list that updated as he spun through the building. He pulled a paper from the brief case which held the building contract. It was a single piece of paper, but he swiped it with his fingers and the text melted and reformed to the next page. He scanned them quickly looking for the bits of information about the builders and time line. He noticed the clouds turning dark outside among the water and closed his brief case and put it to the side.
The craft entered rough waters, waves rose and the sky became mix of dark gray and torrents of white as rain started to pang the windows. Victor took another drink. He loved the tropical storms. The chaos, the movement, the stillness that it enacted on people. They commanded that you pay attention to them. They shadowed the daylight and drenched the heat away. In the distance he would stare for hours while drafting documents, just watching the storms drift by at sea. Hoping that one would come inland and drive everyone inside. He would close his brief case, sit outside and let the warm torrents of rain wash away his troubles while he sipped his drinks. It was the best feeling he had ever had. Nothing compared.
He rose his glass to the storm clouds out the large window.
“Cheers” he took a swig and smiled.
Inside there not a single hint of a storm. The cabin never felt a thing.
I am a big fan of vaporwave and that whole 80s/90s corporate aesthetic. Even though vaporwave is a critique, some sounds and genres emerge from it. Here we have Corporatewave, the celebration of that whole era and aesthetic. American Psycho style. Loving the high life of unbound riches and profit lines as green and high as one can imagine. Nothing is too expensive, too extraordinary or excessive.
So check out Bon Chic - Corporate Dreams IV : Q4 Dividend. This background inspired this story and the music hits hard. Also check out the story