Steve Hogs, The Founder of a Decade
"Ahh, another day, another batch of work to be done, this sure is shaping up to be quite the decade-"
Was the words of a young hog that was lounging around in a room, throwing a ball in the air as he continued to think about his next plans. He had already done his part in handling the hardware of the arcade system the Apari Corporation was developing.
"Well, that's pretty unfair now, is it Steve?"
The pig chuckled and continued to throw his ball in the air, noting that his colleague was the one to revise and minituarize the design of the project they were working on.
"Speaking of which, where is he even right now?"
He stood up from the bed and turned to his table, overlooking the schedules list he got from the club they attended a year back, watching for any changes that were made.
He didn't quite finish what he was doing due to an excitable pig busting through the door, a small folder in hand as he presented it to Hogs.
"Steve! Steve, I need your opinion on something. Tell me, do you know if there is any way we can market this?"
He unfurled the blueprint and presented to him the design of what appeared to be a... Box, containing electronics, a circuit board and the typewriter connected to a screen.
"Hogz, care to explain to me what exactly it is that i am looking at?"
"Steve, this is a computer."
Now, the budding entrepreneur knew his fair share of electronic devices, having worked with many companies and their gadgets, but this was simply absurd.
"Hogz, I have seen computers, and they... certainly didn't look anything like this-"
"Exactly! I was thinking, perhaps we needed something better than the bulky systems we have right now, and anything else similar to this was a prototype or an experiment."
"So what is your deal?"
"I designed this, as a proper microcomputer, fit for mass-production."
"A... mass-produced microcomputer."
The words rang inside of Hogs' head. Computers were a novelty, they were mainly fit for companies as well government duties. To mass produce such a powerful device would be groundbreaking.
"Have you given this to anyone else?"
"Tried, no one really wanted to develop it further-"
"Hold that thought Hogz, I think there is something better we can do than simply give this design away."
He thought about the marketability of what amounted to a more powerful calculator, but if this was a true computer, the possibilities of what could be integrated were endless.
"Hogz, this design of yours, we can market this. We can produce it."
"Excuse me?"
"Trust me on this one Hogz, this computer design you made, this could change our country. We need to clean this up further."
"Steve, this is a computer, technical hardware, the common cityfolk barely heard of these-"
"And that's the point. It's new, and innovative. Trust me on this one Hogz."
"When have I not? But how are we going to sell it? We need to at least find a buyer, and a producer, and a marketing-"
"I will take care of that. No need for a buyer, or a producer, or a company. No, we can make our own."
He looked towards the ball he was juggling and noted its peculiar color.
"I think... That this would turn out better than either of us can imagine."