Robo LeeIt was a dark day in the Angry Robot Fortress of Doom. The greatest robo-minds in the global organisation had gathered, with but one purpose:

“We need to talk about Lee.”

Silence. Grim, quite possibly foreboding silence.

“Er, why?”

“Well… he knows things. Lots of things. Things that, if brought into the harsh light of public scrutiny, could have massive and far-reaching consequences for our mission. We need to decide what to do about him.”

More silence. This time of a more ruminative, speculative kind.

“We could…”

“Yes?”

“…promote him?”

Silence again. But of the lightbulb-going-on variety.

“Hadn’t thought about that. Not a bad idea. Right then, stand-down the grinders, issue a public pronouncement on all channels. The Lee Harris Unit is hereby promoted to…”

“Senior Editor?”

“Yep, that sounds about right. Senior editor. Good idea. Make it so.”

“Please, no Trek clichés.”

“Sorry. Just get on with it, then. And put the kettle on, someone. I’m gasping for a brew.”

Silence once more, as the greatest robo-minds in the global organisation vacated the Chamber of Contemplation, to return to their own dreams and schemes of imminent and inevitable global domination.

True story.

 
{ There’s a slightly more news-y press release here, if you prefer a just-the-facts version for your blog or website. And you can hurl congratulations, envious abuse, or jokes about “senior moments” @LeeAHarris, as you see fit. }

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