"I can't agree to the use of mass mind control drugs. I don't think it's ethical." He announced. "The idea of controlling the mood of individuals so that everybody is uniformly content and compliant with the will of social managers is tantamount to usurping the role of God. God's children are not given free will so that New Olympus Corp. can profit from them."

"Ethical?" Dreckmeyer looked as if he had seen a turd seated at the table opposite him. "Who the frig do you think you are, Johnson? You're a friggin' senior vice president. Your not paid to think. You're paid to do what you're told. You do not question the ethics of the New Olympus Pharmaceutical Corp.You belong to it." "I work for God." said Robin quietly.

"Just shut the fuck up Jonson," Dreckmeyer exploded. "I'm taking you off the Panglostone launch. How the fuck you going to sell it to government if you start talking about God and shit?"

"I'm happy with that," Jonson said. "I'll give you three months to recruit my replacement, then I go and work among the poor. I've been considering it for some time."

"You should have considered it sooner," Dreckmeyer snapped. "This corporation can't have you hanging around making trouble for three months. You're a security risk."

Dreckmeyer jabbed a well manicured finger at a function button on the digital telephone. In the security office along the corridor, a technician responded to the alarm.

"I can't prevent the plan going ahead," Johnson said plaintively, "but as a Christian I have to register my dissent. There's no need to take this attitude."

"Robin, it nothing personal, its just..." Dreckmeyer apologised, his voice trailing away as he realised he sounded like a movie character. The President reminded Johnson that at his level, dissent was not an option. Jonson was about to speak again but a door slid noiselessly open and the technician wearing the colours of Defen, the high - level compliance specialists, stepped into the room.

"No, please." Johnson gibbered, "I'll resign. I'll sign a secrecy pledge...... OK? OK. I'll agree. I have a family."

"You shudda thought of that." Dreckmeyer grunted casually as the technician lifted Johnson bodily out of his seat and carried him onto the glass enclosed balcony. The automatic door from the boardroom closed behind the pair before the glass wall of the balcony lifted. Johnson, held above the DeFen man's head, could see down to the grey - green water of the old dock thirty floors below. An automatic blind lowered itself, shutting the balcony from view as the people in the meeting room turned to each other and began to chatter excitedly about the way Panglostone would improve the quality of life in the suburbs and open new marketing opportunities for their own divisions.

The Senior Vice President for Government liaison was still pleading for his life as the Defenestration specialist glanced over his shoulder and having assured himself that nobody in the meeting room could actually witness what was happening, launched his burden into the air over London's docklands.

"Whatever is going on out there between Jonson and the Technician is none of our business. If we are asked none of us saw a thing. That is the official line." Everybody nodded, too shocked to say anything. When questioned they would say that after their colleague went onto the balcony with the technician they did not see what happened. New Olympus executives were trained always to tell the truth, but not necessarily the whole truth.

"OK. We have a proposal," Dreckmeyer said brightly, as he raised a hand to command silence, "to deploy a strategy aimed at persuading the Government, in response to increased social costs related to depression and mental illness, to adopt a policy...." The door to the balcony opened and the defenestration technician returned to the room. The splash that terminated Johnson's fading scream interrupted Dreckmeyer briefly and he exchanged nods with the technician before continuing. "...adopt a policy of adding the New Olympus Corporation's product Panglosotone to the drinking water. Are there any dissenting voices before we vote? No?"

"What about Jonson" asked one executive.

"Jonson was a shmuck." Dreckmeyer snapped. "Schmucks don't work for this organization. Remember that. Any adverse comments? Anyone? OK, Fiona. Minute that the proposal was approved unanimously. Good work guys. You know, most people live lives of quiet desperation. I believe all those desperate little people out there, they got a right to a little happiness, courtesy of the New Olympus Corporation."