Trans_patent 7,098,056: Meta-materials and reverse friction containment.
Assingnee: Ulf Leonhardt and Thomas G Philbin, Casimir BioForce Inc.
Dates: Nov. 6, 2007 Expiration Jan 22,2089
Casimir nano-mirrors levitated a stream of particle 89 towards their new host zones that the trans_patent agreements had set during the dipole tensions a few seconds ago. It was a strong flow space to end up contracted to - no neo-tribal force fields to enclose movement or shut down the ability to circle so many attraction nodes. “Life is not so vital now, you have to give a little to get a little.” Ulf and Thomas were sitting naked around the edges of the Surplus Vida bios as a velvet sun shivered in the distant horizon of the Pacific through a large window, “I mean just look at us now.” It was true. The faces reflecting back at them were full of something more than life, something more than desire, they were like new pearls born without friction. The bios clicked and de-linked. “Are you ready, baby?” After a brief moment, a whisper came, “yes.” Particle 89 started to unpack them into their smallest phylum points. It felt like love floating in an infinite mirror.
Trans_patent: 5, 439,686: PACLITAXEL
Assingnee: Abraxis Bioscience, LA
Dates: Jan 7, 2005RX Expiration FEB 22, 2013
“How small can anything be?” He asked her between infringements of her trans_patent by Abraxis Bio. Her left breast was now selling almost all paclitaxel 10 particles as the matter market cycle hit a high value exchange. “How small can anything be?” He looked up at her and smiled. She kept the exchange open for any other pharma-particle bids. “We know creatures/so tiny they would seem to disappear/If they were half their size.” Her left breast was fading with each of the trespasses of her trans_patents – the cancer had been metastatic till now. He returned to his scan and recited: “How big do you suppose their livers are? Their hearts?/The pupils of their eyes?/Their toes?” The exchange was complete and recorded in Delware, Inc. She looked up at him with the slow gaze of the over-bought. “Pretty minute you must admit,” he ended with a whisper.