Comstock Advert. -- Viva Tomorrow
Commercial opens: Comstock, metal out and in a more colorful uniform than he usually wears, stands triumphantly on a scenic rock at Red Rock Canyon.
"Hey Las Vegas! I'm Comstock, from Team Tomorrow."
Cut to helicopter footage of rolling hills, farms, mines, military bases with smiling personnel and the Hoover Dam with Comstock, sans metal, lifting all kind of heavy things and interacting with people in each shot.
"Nevada's always been a state of opportunities. From Henry Comstock's silver rush to the Hoover Dam, we've worked hard and played hard."
Cut to the Fremont Street Experience: Comstock walks ahead to create the illusion of progress.
"We've always been on the cutting edge, building the cities of the future today. Now the future's finally here, and Nevada's ready for it."
Cut through scenes of board rooms, swimming pools, Lake Mead, and people in a park.
"Together, we've made this desert bloom. Come on down and see. Whether you're looking for business opportunities, a place to raise your kids, or something new, Nevada has it all."
Cut to Comstock, metal out again, holding up an enormous, 50 ton iron replica of the state seal with about half of the Strip's most famous entertainers standing in the middle.
"So come on world: give us your best shot."
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"So that's it? That's the script?" He read over it a second time. "And you need me to make a ... giant Nevada State seal?"
"It doesn't have to be perfect. Camera takes away the imperfections and we can always get a crew to detail it before we give it to the state." Laura Richards, a mirage of blond hair, sharp suit and four-inch heels, sat down with her coffee.
"Well, I could do it, but does it have to be fifty tons? I mean, where are we going to find like 50 tons of iron just sitting around?"
"There's a tailings project about 8 miles outside of reno with mountains of useless material. It doesn't have to be real iron, either, if you could do it with waste materials that would otherwise have to be buried that would really shore up the recycling and conservation message your Utopia friends said they wanted to see."
Dillon ran a hand over his head. "I guess I could try. I mean ... fifty tons isn't that big."
"You should really try. A monumental project like that would create a tourist attraction and really boost your image. 'Dillon Comstock, the Metal Man.' That reminds me, how do you feel about music?"
"Oh I do not like where this is going."
"You'll learn to like it. That is ... if I've got the job."
Dillon looked over the woman's resume again. "Look, Ms. .... Ms. Richards. First, it's either Dillon Amargosa or Comstock. Gotta have them separate, I don't really care what marketing or experience says. It's just something for me and my comfort. Second, uh, second ... second I want to know how you got all this stuff together? I mean, I wrote maybe two letters to the Governor and Oscar Goodman while I was out in Africa and when I get back you've got this whole commercial deal figured out, scripts, shoot-dates, everything. I mean ... I mean is this how you always work?"
Laura smiled back. "The way I see it, if you decide to hire me my implied authority as your agent makes all these deals legal, and if you don't then you'll have to counter-sue me for false representation and a host of other crap and still might not escape the blame."
Dillon frowned. "Those are pretty big words. Utopia's got some mean lawyers, and my friend Zero gave me a card for his agent. Are you sure you want a fight?"
"I spoke with him on the phone. He's swamped. And if you want to make something of it, tell those Utopia lawyers to bring it on." She sipped calmly.
Dillon nodded slowly. "And you'll fight that hard for me just to get your percentage?"
Laura laughed. "Mr. Amargosa ... novas are big business. Moving back here and working for you, I'll make more this decade than I could have in a lifetime. In a year, you'll be swimming in money and my sons will finally get into private school. You just need to sign some papers, make a few appearances, and leave the rest to me."
Dillon nodded. "... alright. You're hired. Just make sure you talk to Utopia and get their schedule for my public appearances through them. And I'm not going to be swimming in money, Ms. Richards: after I get my cut, the rest of the money from this is going into a fund. I'll need you to manage it or find me someone who can. We're building this state some new schools and finding a way to pay for more teachers, alright?" He stood, feeling weirdly empowered. "And one more thing ... I don't know what I have to do to make sure this happens but ... is there a way to keep my parents out of this? I don't want them bothered."
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By mid-2002, the Amargosa Charitable Foundation had enough money to build six new public schools, one for each town in Mineral County. Comstock helped build the steel frames for each of them to save on contracting costs and put in another set of public appearances.