Blackrock surveyed the small stall his people had set up on the Island Malkulth, where tourists were zipping past on their way to explore the strange new world. It was a small beginning, but if there was one thing he knew, it was how to parlay a small business into a giant one. What was unusual for Blackrock was that the stall was offering clothes. A set of specially-designed gear, lightweight and with a number of pockets designed for PE necessities like Futurephones and Primers. In an array of designer colors and with custom logo work for an extra fee, he was already making a killing. It hadn't occurred to him yet how mostly-irrelevant money was on the nanotech utopia that was PE. He sat surveying his wares and waited for the inevitable familiar faces to stop by his shop.