Stark Expo!

John and his parents arrived at the expo exhibition area where others where already setting up sculptures, large pieces of art and other random abominations that had nothing to do with stark industries.

Finding the empty area for them the parked the truck before unloading the models bronze loop before John and his dad struggled with the giant black box which hid the model as his mother acted as a supervisor.

Panting in exhaustion as the lowered it down the ramp and wheeled it into there spot the nearly collapsed. Despite being on wheels getting it down the ramp without loosing control took almost everything out of the two.

As they undid the clasps of the box it slid down and folded while the model unfolded and set itself into the proper position. The base of the model being the box outer walls folded in on themselves showing the nearly redundant solar panels that's only main purpose was powering the clock light and the to ensure the current time was always in sync with its small wireless transmitter that pinged the time from any cell tower in range. Luckily cell towers didn't have issues giving the time without a monthly subscription, assuming you new how to ask the time that is.

Following that they set each bronze piece up one at a time before they fastened the safety pins locking them in place to the base of the model. flipping a switch the loop rotated slowly causing the rest of the model to adjust rapidly to the correct time before slowing down and moving almost rhythmically the model gave a soft humming sound barely noticeable considering the hundreds of moving parts.

"This is definitely a work of art!" Came a rough voice from behind John and his parents as they admired their work, cause them to all come out of their musing and turn around almost robotically. "Hah! Sorry for start'lin ya folks! Names George! Me n' my boys are working security today for the expo. Couldn't help myself when seein a good Model such as this!" George was dress in cargo pants and blue shirt, with slightly messy hair and a definite beer belly contained in his uniform almost bursting the buttons on his shirt. He chuckled again as he walked off monitoring people who walked by him checking their badges.

"What a weird guy." Johns dad said as he watched him walk off only to be slapped on the back of his head by his wife who scolded him.

John just smiled watching all this before grabbing three sets of chairs and setting them up and a sign with his families store name number and address. It also had a small pictograph in the corner that was hardly noticeable. This was John's Insurance to insure they won the competition. If one where to be able to understand it, they would know it read "Crafts models deserve to be the best!" they would feel appreciation and wonder while looking at it. Of course they wouldn't even realize that the thought came from the picture but from themselves.

The sign was placed Infront of the model and the pictograph was small enough to just ignore but for anyone who glanced at the model walking by would be able to see it in their peripherals and after having the feeling would then look at the model more deeply and glance at the sign to see who it belonged to enforcing the thought that they like the Craft model. It may be cheap way to win but knowing Tony it would most likely be Pepper who looked at all the models or another staff member who decided the winner and Tony will just announce the winner.

Tony was a genius and would most likely not be really effected by the memetic effect of the pictograph. considering it was still pseudo 3rd tier. And hadn't entered official 3rd tier language because he was still trying to complete the rest of the language. But if he did cross by the model at any time he would still have a subconscious that "Crafts models deserve to be the best!" even if he didn't feel the emotions in it.

Considering tony was rash and vane currently he would see the model and his vanity will logically find reason for thinking such thoughts and would see the bronze loop with stark industries encircling the solar system. His own mind will fool him into finding a reason to think it was the best.

As John chuckled at his work he noticed everyone who passed by would pause and glance at his model before looking at the poster before nodding and walking off with a smile, or just standing their appreciating the model. 'Dang, these memetics are more dangerous than I thought' John thought with cold chill running down his spine as he scampered off to explore the rest of the expo.