TJ Carothers stared at the latest data coming out of this batch of beta testers. His assistant had rushed it into his office, panting and out of breath. Of the twelve candidates, four were incompatible, three were mildly compatible, and four were very compatible. TJ’s gaze stuck on the final line of data. One beta. Status: Perfectly Compatible.


    They’d done it. They’d found a candidate. After three years of testing, they finally had their perfect match.


    All they had to do now was figure out what made this beta different, then adapt the game to fit the rest of their clients. If he could figure that out, he stood to make billions.


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    He stood, still slightly numb, and barked out an order. “Gary, get the tank to this location immediately.”


    “Yes, sir.” Gary grinned and nearly tripped over the leather chair as he rushed to leave the room.


    TJ pressed the call button for his secretary.


    “Yes, sir?”


    “Harmony, get my jet ready.”