One day when I delivered the cash to the house of the MegaPrimes boss I got a good look at him. As he stacked up his dough and spoke in platitudes, the fairy tale about the goose that lays golden eggs just fell into place.

I lay in ambush in the neighborhood of MegaPrimes Inc., waiting in silence. The youth with haunted eyes came out, still in his lab coat, and I approached him. I told him we needed to talk, and offered to buy him dinner at anyplace he wanted.

Tucking into his burger and fries at a nearby restaurant, he looked asquint at me; he told me his name was Matthew. I told him I just wanted to know what I was transporting. He closed like an oyster – his professional reflex. I understood.

Then I told him: "I don't know what you guys are doing, okay. I'm no genius, so I wouldn't understand, even if you tried to explain... But I have eyes, and I see a nerd who looks like he doesn't know his ass from his elbow. I also see a guy that sits in a basement all day long doing nothing special at all and looking like he's a real pain in the ass. And I see your weird computer, which pulls a little trick every four days to produce a profit. It all makes sense... you are a stakeholder in this goose with its golden eggs..."

The youth's gaze was still strange, but now it changed, as though he'd shifted to my wavelength. So, I tried to plant the seed: "Would you like to have more? So would I! The only question for me is: can I get another computer to pull a little trick and produce mountains of gold?"