"Today," he said, his voice a little shaky, "I've become ICP's
newest employee, in their new subsidiary, Wallaby. I have to
admit," he said with a laugh, "it's kind of weird being re-hired
by the company you started!"
There was quick laughter, then rapt attention.
"When I left Wallaby, I had a lot of time to do some thinking. I
found a new friend, and we started working on a new portable
computer, one that stretched our imaginations to the limits.
Then, a few months ago, we were contacted by William Harrell. He
had heard that we were up to something really neat. We decided to
let him have a look at what we had come up with, and he loved it.
"At that point ICP became a silent investor in our computer,
which is called ISLE. We finalized our design and developed a
prototype. Now I'd like to show you your newest computer."
Peter stepped into the middle of the stage. A large, shrouded
table rolled before him, controlled remotely from backstage.
The lights intensified and the tabletop was projected on the
overhead screen, for all to see.
"This," said Peter, whisking the shroud from the bumpy shapes on
the table, "is ISLE." The prototype model was sleek and black, as
thin as a notebook.
The audience applauded wildly, then hushed when the computer's
screen came to life.
"Now I'd like to let ISLE show you what she's made of," he said.
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