“Just one more go, one more go. Why don’t I look at some of my company’s online sites? I’ll start with Cubiz.”
Soon he was tapping away at the keyboard once more, typing into the address bar: www dot CubiZ dot Com. Lo and behold, the site sprang up and in the bottom right hand corner of the screen was a picture of him and a big fluorescent glowing announcement in a box.
Sad news. Ed Trew, creator and owner of CubiZ Ltd has been taken from us in a tragically fatal car accident. Click here for details.
He sat overwhelmed, miserable, confused and shattered. He thought he would read some headlines in his time but one regarding his own death was really pushing the boat out. Looking at his picture and seeing the announcement, it penetrated to his inner core with a painful permanence and forlorn solitary loneliness. For the first time in his existence, he was in mourning about his own death whilst asking himself a very important question: Do I exist?
I used to feel my existence was so permanent, or at least long lasting. Now I feel anything but. Does that mean I don’t exist or is each new transience a new existence? Maybe my consciousness constitutes existence but even that is not exactly long lasting because it changes slightly with my tastes, desires and habits of each animal. What a conundrum, thought Ed, as he clicked on the link to the story about his passing.
Ed Trew 1970 – 2009
Ed Trew, the designer and owner of CubiZ was sadly killed in a road accident on September 22nd 2009 at approx 17.00. He was thirty-nine years of age and was the pioneer in the design of all CubiZ solar power units and the ‘RuZZia snow cleaner’ which has done so well in Eastern Europe, Siberia and the Far East. He was posthumously awarded the ICBDF Designer of the Decade award for his stunning solar power inventions which will be such a vital ingredient of a greener lifestyle for the world.
The cause of the crash is unknown but mobile phone records have shown a busy period of texts and calls just before the tragedy. He was alone in his silver Volvo estate at the time of the accident, and the only casualty. It was reported that a car near the scene had a tyre blow-out at around the same time on the same stretch of road and could have been the cause. The driver reported seeing Ed’s car swerve into the central reservation before veering across the three lanes and into a ditch beside the carriageway where it appears to have overturned, probably twice. No other cars were involved in the accident on the M3 northbound half a mile or so from the junction with the A303 near Dummer.
Ed leaves a wife, Abella, but no children. His legacy will live on as his company CubiZ continues to grow from strength to strength. Abella Trew has taken over the chairman’s role of the company and has appointed a strong team of experts from the field to work with her to take the company to the next level. Since Ed’s death, numerous lucrative orders have come in from Siberia for the RuZZia cleaner and five local councils in the UK have committed to supply at least fifty percent of their street lighting with the CubiZ solar system. Consequently the company has expanded and is currently developing three large factory areas in the Midlands and expects to employ a work force of around 4,250 in the new facilities within twelve months.
Mr Trew is sadly missed by all his colleagues, friends and relatives but his legacy lives on and CubiZ Ltd continues to push towards being the world’s leading solar power developer.
Ed stared emotionally at the screen. Everything he had dreamed of for the company was coming true but he was not going to witness it.
“Christ, all that success and I am becoming aware of it as a bloody cat living with two Basingstoke Town fans. How bad can it get?”
With this, Ed realised he could look at the date on the computer and work out how long he had been away. He dragged his paw across the touchpad and manoeuvred the cursor down and over the bottom right hand corner of the screen. It displayed the time, 21.03. As he moved the cursor over this section it displayed the date: November 07 2011.
Sam was right - looks like I’ve been dead for over two years. Whatever happened to me during that time? Was I just floating in nothingness? How bizarre. At least I know the truth now and can be sure it’s not a dream. I don’t know how useful it’ll all be, or even if this Viking guy can help, but at least I know. That’s got to be something, reflected the cat, catching his reflection in the glass of a small framed photo above the computer. It was Ali and Frank sitting beside a sun-drenched grey / green swimming pool, both clutching enormous ice creams. They looked so happy in that moment, as if their destiny was condensed there and then. An indelible moment of joy, love and companionship that must certainly be etched on both their memories.