“Ladies and gentlemen, we can argue all day as to why and remain none the wiser. What we do know for sure is that the program isn’t working,” the Chairman of the Board made sure to gesture with his hands as he spoke to the assembled stakeholders. He had heard that the majority of communication was non-verbal, and effective body language at a crisis point like this could make or break his proposition.
“But if we can just understand why, we may be able to salvage the project at minimal cost,” interjected the project’s lead scientist. “Just think of the possible return on investment you could achieve with another six months of research!”
“If I recall correctly, that’s what you said six months ago, and a year before that,” the Chairman responded, making sure his cufflinks were clearly visible to the drably-clad professor. “The creditors are past impatient, even for such a long-term project.”
“But what about the latest submissions? Surely you must admit that the clones are closer to a breakthrough now than ever before?” said the Doctor.
“Please, Doctor, if you can tell me what commercial merit a truckload of fifth-grade modern art and passé sci-fi stories have, I would be delighted to hear them.”
The doctor remained silent.
“The truth is, ladies and gentlemen, that we’re bleeding cash. This was understandable during the creation and education phases, but now, after eight years in the production phase with nothing to show for it, it’s time we started implementing contingency plans to avoid insolvency.”
“And exactly what is it you would have our one-thousand geniuses do? Teach tenth grade?” the doctor scoffed sarcastically.
“No,” said the chairman, shifting upright in his chair to give himself every inch of authority. “In this labour market, I am obliged to propose to the Board that they drive taxis.”