Summer, 2173

               It's the kinda day made for sleeping. Or some serious lazy time, at any rate. With tall, Autumn-leafed trees towering over pebbled streets, weightless patches of snow dotting the fresh green grass and a warm breeze lightly ruffling snuggle worthy jumpers, you'd be a fool not to find a cozy crevice in a tree with a fat book in hand and just for a little while, forget about the world around you. Unfortunately, I so happen to be a fool.

               Saturday morning and I'm the only idiot near-sprinting through a pink skied, picturesque looking park. While I can say I'm no newbie to my job anymore, I am a newbie to promotions. Promotions which means extra work hours and extra pay. Promotions also meaning that I now have to work on Saturdays—a day which I used to put in to good use by catching up on some much needed sleeping and TV watching time which I was—am—well still behind schedule on.

Rounding the final bend, I finally have my destination in my sights: Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies. It's a massive hulk of a building, stretching a good twenty floors into the air. But unlike most buildings harboured in the central city, this one was designed to be attractive. To capture your eye and draw you in until you find yourself signing a deal which is gonna be sending the famous company a whole heap of money their way.

               Half a block away from destination and I stop my crazy, penguin-wobble-like-run. While I don't mind looking like a total idiot in front of random strangers, I do mind looking like one in front of new clients. New rich clients. I look at my reflection in the shiny glass window next to me, straighten my blazer, brush microscopic dust off my dark pants and gracefully waltz into the expensive building.

Immediately my eyes find the large city horizontal photo on the wall. It's strange. Unique. The buildings would look the same as ours if it weren't for their navy blue exterior walls instead of our average grey ones. The light bounces around at odd angles, as if there's two suns high in the sky. It gives you the overall impression of a photographer who loves to photoshop their work. But I know better.

               "Wonderin' when ya gonna turn up." Security guard Clay Watson tips his head towards me.

               "Yeah. They all here?" I say as I keep walking towards the large double doors in the corner of the fancy room.

               "Last came in couple'o minutes ago. Ya lookin' worried. This ya first time dishin' the History Sandwich?"

               "One of these talks, yeah." I shoot back. Part of the promotion deal means giving the full History Sandwich, as some of my colleagues like to call it, to all new clients. Every thing that Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies has ever invented, built and hired needs to be said in the sandwich. By me. It's a big dish of information. And these people I'll be chatting to aren't known for their niceties. Giving the History Sandwich is something only those who are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid would attempt to tackle. I'd fit into the incredibly stupid category.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I apologise for being late. I was held up in a, uh, a meeting. Yeah, a meeting." My awkward excuse is met with no more acknowledgment then a blank stare. I clear my throat awkwardly. "Continuing on, allow me to welcome you to Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies. As you'd all well be aware of, this company is the one you can thank for most of today's weather across the globe.

"In the early twenty-first century, an average bloke named Dave Phillips stumbled across a parra—ah, excuse me, invented a device which has the ability to change, twist and manipulate the weather, season and light levels of this world as well as manage a few nasty problems they had back in the day, such as pollution and global warming. This device is invisible to our eyes, hidden at the top of our atmosphere. It works in sections, giving each unmarked sector a totally different change of scenery. Literally.

"Now, in order to fully appreciate Dave's discovery, I'd like to give you all a quick tour of the grass fields outside. Everything you're about to see is currently in use today. Just that these sectors would normally be much larger then they are here." I push the double doors back open and motion for the business folks to begin their slow trot.

After the last person leaves, I hurry around and open another door leading to the outside world. Across the room, Clay gives me what I presume is an encouraging nod and slight smile. Not all that supporting but hey, I'll take it. Following the last person out once again, I gently click the door shut behind me and smile when varies groups of people start nodding. They're planning a deal.

               But then again, if I were them just seeing the park for the first time, then I'd probably want to sign an agreement between our two companies too. A soft, baby pink sunrise sky with a golden blanket of Autumn leaves, fallen from gorgeous trees spreads to the left. Fresh grass against a starry night sky to the right. Clean white snow drifts down in front of us in small yet constant doses. All in all the place looks and feels magical. The wonder of modern technology.

               "Amazing." One man says to my right. He taps a sharp graphite pencil against his chin in the way that thinkers do.

               "It sure is," I reply.

               "What about natural clouds. Natural dust storms. Natural wind and natural seasons? What happens to them?" He asks, pencil hovering over a white-paged notepad.

               "Rain, dust, wind and snow all get processed through the same gadgets I was talking about before. Sometimes it collects whatever the weather anomaly is and brings it back to wherever it's needed at the time. It's very sophisticated and I'm no engineer but basically, we can have whatever you want, wherever you want all within a matter of minutes. Half an hour generally, 'cause we've got to check with some of the other folks in town that it's okay with them."

               "This is real snow?" A lady with a tight bun, orange pencil skirt and dark blazer asks. Her arm is inside the snowy sector. Within seconds, thin wisps of snow drift down and land on her expensive looking blazer.

               "Sure is." I smile, "Canadian snow to be specific. Yesterday's Canadian snow to be even more specific."

               "Very impressive," she murmurs, "what's the catch? Glitches? Worst possible case scenario type stuff?"

               "Well, this is the twenty-second century. Almost the twenty-third. Glitches are a rare business these days. Of course it's possible for the wrong anomaly to get sent to the sector. But the chance of that happening would be very low. Only three-percent I think it is, statistically speaking. And multiple security borders stop any hackers trying to hack into the system."

               "I have to talk to my boss of course," the lady begins, "but I can almost guarantee that you have deal."

               "Excellent."

               Twenty minutes later and I'm walking back into Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies with my head held high and a proud smile plastered over my face. Only three people declined the offer, opting for the natural way. Their loss. "You lookin' like a peacock, kiddo. Got some new clients for us or what?" Clay states rather emotionlessly. Luckily, I've got enough happy bubbles for the both of us.

               "Well I don't mean to brag or anything, but yeah. Yeah I got some clients for us."

"You tell 'em 'bout Dave?"

"What?! Are you crazy? Of course not! As if they'd want to hear that this miraculous device is actually stolen property—" the words get frozen in my throat at the sound of a loud screech. In perfect unison, Clay and I's heads whip around for our eyes to settle on the photo of the odd city. A whooshing sound fills the air for a moment before the whole picture becomes distorted. A second later and a denim clad leg appears. Yes, denim, like that stuff didn't go out of fashion at least a century ago.

Together, Clay and I watch as Dave steps out of the picture. Mesmerised. A couple more seconds tick by and the room becomes quiet once again. The portal closes and the photo returns to its previous stance. "Whew, those stasis chambers really do put a chill in your bones, don't they?"

"Dave," Clay nods at him in acknowledgement, "how's Parallel Earth going?"

"Good, good. Same, same. Now, how's productions going on our end?"

"New clients'll be signing the contract on Tuesday." I answer.

"Perfect. I have the second sun ready for uploading. Schedule bombs Zeta and Iota to blow on Wednesday. I want that sun out of the sky before I leave for the weekend on Parallel Earth, we don't need it anymore. We'll get more clients soon enough. More money'll be a lovely gift for our possession.

"It's time for this world to change for the better . . . supernova style."