ADude4Now

          “Gentlemen, thank you all for coming to this emergency board meeting,” the voice of the secretary to the vice-president of research said. He had meant for it to be an imposing boom, but it hardly came out at all. Before him, about a half dozen men sat, surrounding an ovular table, all wearing black suits, all more powerful than him in the company, and all scaring the absolute crap out of him. The secretary soldiered on.            “As you all know, we’ve had an anomaly as of late–one that could jeopardize our entire operation. The subject’s name is—sorry, was—Tyler Schouser. We picked him up using this series of pop-up ads.”           The small, mouse-like man standing before the board clicked a button, and the projector whirred to life. It displayed the silhouette of a cartoonishly well-endowed women with the text: