A tap at his office door, and it opens. It's Ms. Hanrahan. She says, "Mr. Hundul, sorry, but it's Andrew -he's upsetting clients again. This time Mr. Brewster."
"Oh, great!" sighed Mr. Hundul getting up from his chair. He was curious to see how his new image manipulator would work. He wondered how accurate the scanner was, and whether it would get his private parts right when it shrank him out of his clothes. The image it produced of him was amazing in detail, it got his weight, and- but he had other things to deal with now. Customer relations was a bitch. Andrew was an excellent techie, but had no people skills. He wasn't malicious or mean, but he had a gift for saying the wrong thing that would cause the maximum outrage of whoever he was talking with. Just last week he had been addressing obese Ms. O'Donnell, and while trying to compliment her on being a big woman in her industry, his reference came out as a bad fat joke. Hundul smiled to himself and wondered what he had said to Mr. Brewster?
He got up from his desk. Glanced at the screen, and then headed out the door after Ms. Hanrahan.