The Orlock Show

"Well?" Rowan sat viewing the latest ratings from the pits. Red stood next to her data pad in hand.

"We patched him up and allowed him to escape as you ordered." Red reported.

"Did he suspect?"

"Are you kidding? He has an ego the size of Hyperion. He thinks he's Indiana bloody Jones."

"And the surveillance?"

"We have cambots following at a discrete distance as well as local footage taken from the network. He is tagged with several discrete implants which are giving us excellent audio. Are you sure this is worth the effort?"

Rowan shrugged, "Personally I'd like to see him hanging by the balls outside the Bluerooms but the people love crazy and he is seven colours of batshit crazy with sprinkles. Besides we couldn't drag the Bastiocorp data out of the meatpie he uses for a brain so best let it come back to him naturally and in the mean time.."

Rowan waved towards the nearest monitor which flickered into life and there he was... Orlock breaking into a sewage treatment plant. Rowan flicked on the audio to listen to the man's inane babble.

"Collect the footage, get Samuel to edit it and once we have a few episodes we'll start to broadcast top side."

"He's marmite Rowan, will anyone watch?"

"Oh they will watch, they will cringe and they will pay. Start approaching the corps for sponsorship. Oh and Red send a local gang in to kick the shit out of him, best we keep the drama up for the viewers."

"You're the boss, boss."

"Yes I am." Rowan agreed and motioned for Red to leave. Once alone she threw back a few tabs and settled in to watch the first instalment of her new money spinner.