Simon was a simple looking guy, thus Beth and I nicknamed him Simple Simon. He had thin brown hair, a pointed nose and round chin. He stood about five...foot and six inches and weighed no more than 120 pounds, soaking wet. His thin frame looked rather dopey in his silk suit. The meeting went okay. Simon seemed impressed with our plan, but would not sign. He wanted to think the plan over and talk to his advisors before he made any agreements. We were disappointed, but it wasn’t as loss. He stood. "There's a big difference between Schwarzenegger and Bill Gates." No there isn't," Sajel said. "Bill Gates is totally a studly bodybuilder with a political career. Pay attention, dumbass." Yeah, they're not the same, but they still both excelled in their fields," Meredith said. "In nature, you survive on wits and strength and toughness. But in our society, you can also make it on brainpower or business smarts or whatever, and there's no arguing that Bill Gates has those. It's a matter of what. From what Paul told us yesterday, things have changed greatly there,” I told her.“Yes, I got that Impression also. Still he hasn’t been there for over a thousand years. Things could have changed again,” she told me.“True, anything is possible, but change can be a very difficult and expensive proposition in more than money, as often many people die from various causes,” I told her.“What was the name that Paul used on Sunday. Does it translate into English?” she asked.“Not directly, as you don’t. . I mean, this is real silver, real gold?”“Of course. Pure silver, solid gold. And that is my name, and our consortium. I am Graydon Williams. I represent Pasayten Peak Holdings. You sent a package of documents, an offer to purchase property we hold. Are you able to discuss that offer?”The older buckskin man sat silently, his face an unresponsive mask. Embridge nearly giggled to himself, he was that far off balance, totally unnerved. He forced himself to suppress a ridiculous thought: He looks.