“Is that the last truckload?”
“Yep, hopefully things settle down now”
“What, you don’t WANT to get another order for fifty tons of synthetic sapphire out of the—forgive me!—blue?”
“Ask me in a week when i can move again. I spent this morning helping the dock crew load that truck”
“What do you reckon they want it for?”
“I dunno, new chip fab starting up maybe, some kind of space datacenter tech, could be a fucking dragon with a blue fetish”
“Hahaha. Wait, if dragons can buy cheap synthetic gems by the truckload , is it really treasure?”
“I heard a cartel of dragons owned de Beers in the noughties. All about constraining supply”
“We’re the biggest synthetic stone lab in this hemisphere, what are they gonna do, burn us—fuck what was that sound”
“Claws. Roof. RUN!”
#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #Title_Supply_Chain_Attack
@Unixbigot <TV ad> We're got the largest supply of synthetic sapphire in the southern hemisphere! I'm Wayne—
—And I'm—
—And he's Arthur.