My new office was looking pretty dapper. I went with honey oak this time. Even my desk looked golden and shiny. I was impressed! Moving to FLA was a good idea. FLA is the new LA, I mused.
Mac had come over for a quick meeting before Agent Weebley arrived with Agent Joe 90.
Mac had his serious face on.
“Dr. Stermum,” he said, “I’ve asked Rick Deckard to come by to explain the problem we are having with the andys here on Earth. Rick gave me as many details as he could over the last few days. I’ve developed a modification to the BIG RAT.”
Just then, my receptionist notified me by SMS that Rick Deckard was on his way in. There was a knock at the door.
Rick looked like Indiana Jones with all that brown leathery swarthiness. He smiled with that cheeky one sided grin, then flopped down in a convenient sofa.
“I’m too old for this shit,” Rick said with a sigh.
Mac nodded a hello to Rick, then looked back at me again. “As I was saying, Dr. Sternum, I call the new downloadable program for Joe 90 The BIG MUSKRAT. It stands for Brain Impulse Galvanoscope Multi Use System K Record And Transfer, which is . . . “
“Whoa, slow down, Mac,” I said. “K? What does that stand for? Kop out?”
“I thought you might pick up on that, Dr. Sternum. It stands for KD6-3.7, a Bladerunner. If we are going to retire andys en masse, which I will get to soon enough, we need Joe 90 to download the full skill set of a Bladerunner.”
“Better to have a digital version than my analog brain waves,” Rick added from deep inside the leather sofa. “The andy problem is way worse than ever before, We can’t afford any mistakes, right Mac?”
“Right, Rick. Dr. Sternum, millions upon millions of andys have been sent here from The Elon on Mars to turn us all into transhuman slaves!”