Mr. Jennings, shown here in his deservedly palatial office atop the 12 story Jennings' Tower
located between New York and Los Angeles, oversees a network of hive activity directing production
between Middle America and today's very profitable Third America.
"America deserves what it gets and so do I."
His assistant Gordon Geck, shown here in front of the Johnson 9000 Super Server running this domain, presides over "The Vault" in the very bowels of Jennings' Tower, super protected by over six dozen passwords. "It's cool and dark down in the vault; a good place for mushrooms."
Shown here is the corporate automoble, the famous Rambler Scramber; only 1512 produced, this pedigree muscle car can't be beat for rushing corporate executives from the bus station to the Jennings' Tower. "Why do you need a jet when you can have a Scrambler?"
At the very top of the Engineering food chain, the Jennings' Network Research and Development
Department is crucial in maintaining the status of the Jennings name. Shown here is head of
Engineering, Frank Jennings, with just one of the hundreds of new parts brought to the eager
to be commercialized American public. "America wants what it wants so we try and give it to them."
Guarding the entrance to "The Vault" is Corporate Mascot, Mr. Kittles. DO NOT GET IN HIS WAY! Go ahead and guess all six dozen passwords and he will be there! "Meow."
Pour water into a cup, it becomes the cup. Pour water into a teapot,
it becomes the teapot. Be water my friend.
— Bruce Lee
Nature is what we know / But have no art to say,
So impotent our wisdom is / To Her simplicity.
— Emily Dickinson
But the people of local towns and family farms, while not rich, have food enough to share with dogs—even dogs who do no work and only lie around all day with their mouths open and their long, sharp teeth showing.
— Octavia Butler, "Parable of the Talents"
They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night.
Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushrooms was rising.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Fellowship of the Ring"