A symmetrical account of the works, faculties, & whereabouts of one Mr. Gustave Beaumont — full-stack developer, occasional creative technologist, currently in residence at San Francisco.
In which the proprietor is presented to the reader, the dossier opened, and certain particulars committed to the record.
Of mixed coat — the engineer's and the artist's — the proprietor of this small establishment has spent some seven years between the design studio and the server room. He finds the journey reasonable, & reports no quarrels between the two parties.
The Beaumont Hotel is presently in service to clientele of all dispositions: enterprise, startup, & the otherwise particular. The proprietor receives commissions by appointment, & replies, as a rule, by the next post.
A short reel of four pictures, presented in the manner the proprietor prefers: in centre frame, with little of unnecessary motion.
A productivity platform of some twelve thousand teams. The collaboration engine, woven of CRDTs & WebSockets, has never required the recall of a misplaced semicolon.
A small mobile companion which records the daily commerce & reports, kindly, upon its effect on the air. Synchronised with the principal banking houses.
An open instrument, distributed without charge, by which any person of curiosity may produce eighteen varieties of flowering composition. Thirty-two hundred favourable marks.
An assistant of artificial intellect, settled among the documents of the modern company, returning answers (and citations) to questions of fact & consequence.
A roster of supporting players, listed by department, with their hours & particular dispositions.
A stamped record of the principal stops upon the proprietor's working tour. Stamps are entirely fictional, but the locales are not.
The proprietor receives letters at all hours. He answers most of them. Trick attempts are politely declined.