Daravon, As Seen By Paco Jones, Windshield-Wiper:
Computers, circuitry, the Matrix, all that great stuff. Not that it helps me a
single bit, except when one of the kiddies just has to have one of their new
game systems, or really, really needs some kind of beeping, buzzing, shitting
and puking electronic doll. Me and my paycheck would've been a lot happier if
they'd have stuck to grown-up stuff.
Daravon, As Reported By Aristotle Wren, Managerial
Director: Daravon, which has quickly begun buying up our market share in the
computer research industry, poses a viable threat to the stagnancy erected by
the other three 'Mega Corporations' that have lasted until now. The introduction
of a workable Matrix design and their near-total control over the prototype and
code release has solidified their position, but they're still very, very far
from being the only ones in their field.
Herculean Arms, A Perspective By 'The Rat,' Made Man: When
you need a piece or you want something that'll cover your own ass, you pick it
up at the five-and-dime. When you want something you can trust your life to, you
go up and see Herculean. The showroom they have for their new models makes you
want to start a revolution or something, but the stuff they sell to us working
stiffs ain't half bad either. Come up with enough for a custom fitting, and they
treat you like royalty while taking the order. That, my friends, is service.
Herculean Arms, Press Report: Coming out with their new
line of personal defense handguns, 'The Armistice' model of handguns has already
set off a storm of applause and congratulations by the city's elite. Made to
contour expertly with most body shapes, the Armisitice is vaunted as the
fashionable answer to daily defense. Herculean Arms, noted best for it's weapons
and armor production, has just recently stepped into the fashion world to cater
to a growing need among executive bodyguards, and also for their bid to supply
the city's power grid. While bids are still being counted, competition is fierce
with Herculean's own advanced energy designs improving by the day.
GoGoCorp, In Imelda Tvanich's, Mother of Six, Own Words: They charged an arm and a leg, fittingly, for little Jim's new lung when he got caught in that drive by. Haven't regretted a penny of it, even if they probably did the work on that spastic muscle-control of the bastardo who was firing the gun. You've got to take the bad with the good, and without GoGoCorp, those hospitals would probably go back to using leeches.
Top Star, Memo from VP Bakewell to VP Armstrong: Those bastards are bleeding us dry on the construction material shipment prices. If this keeps up, we'll end up hiring their own goons from them to stage a strike. Hell, we've been in the red -for five months- because of those bloodsuckers.