Tech Two Invention

"When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: 'Whose?'" 
- Don Marquis

Dewayne liked to think of himself as a very interesting individual. After all, it was not every capsuleer who obtained degrees in Quantum Physics, Metallurgy, Laser Physics, Rocket Science, Nanite Engineering, and forty two other interesting sciences. Especially not from the University of Caille, on Luminaire. He told this to himself again as he walked the station corridors back to corporate home office.

As he walked, Dewayne pressed a device on the lapel of his coat. A light chime sounded, and an annoyed voice asked, "Yes? What is it Dasky?"

"Sir, I am back on station; delivery complete. Shall I return to my work in the laboratory?", Dewayne asked, keeping the electronic device pressed as he walked.

"Yeah, whatever. How soon will the next shipment be ready for Jita?", the voice still sounded annoyed.

"We already have 650 units completed, and another 200 units complete in 46 hours."

The voice stated simply, "Good." With a chime, the transmission cut off from the other end. Dewayne sighed.

Back at the lab, Dewayne returned to his work. Upgrading tech one warp disruptors into tech two was rather dull work, if you understood it:

1. Burn twenty different 300 run copies off a blueprint original.

2. Throw the copies in the mobile lab with a cryptic data interface, four datacores, and a meta four warp disruptor.

3. Cross your fingers that the automated lab machinery did not eat the blueprint copies.

The whole operation was pretty simple after that. Other capsuleers worked on supplying the materials from around New Eden. The hardest part was explaining to the buyers not to over buy any one product, and forget another. The prints were then used to construct tech two warp disruptors, and traders flew them out to various markets.

Things had worked out quite a bit differently then Dewayne intended. First, he had hoped to be doing ground breaking work. Reality was he was a minor scientist turning a modest profit for his employer Mr. Breighter. He was not exactly sure what Mr. Breighter's interest in the invention business was, but suspected either a tax shelter or money laundering. One thing was certain though, Mr. Breighter seemed to enjoy using him as an errand boy more then anything.

Dewayne sighed again. Dreams were for other people, who needs dreams when you have blueprints?