LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK TAKE OFF FROM THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE, LAND AT THE ENTRANCE TO DOWNING STREET AND WALK THROUGH THE USUAL SECURITY CHECKS. PM’S ANGELS FRISK THEM BEFORE THEY TAKE OFF THEIR JETPACKS AND WALK UP TO THAT FAMOUS FRONT DOOR.
AT THE DOOR A VANGUARDIST ENJOYS A GUEVARA WITH A ROBOCHICK IN THE FETCHING UNIFORM OF THE ANGEL BRIGADE. SIDEKICK RECOGNISES HER AS A CUSTOMER AT THE KEEP AND THEY START TO RAP. LORD TIM WALKS IN AND UP THE STAIRS LINED WITH PAINTINGS, PHOTOS AND HOLOPIX OF ALL THE PREVIOUS PRIME MINISTERS. IN THE CABINET OFFICE SOMEONE PLAYS THE ASTRALELE FOR AN ANGEL DANCING, ANOTHER PAINTS SILVER FLOWERS AND PLANETS ON THE WALLS OF THE SUPERCOMPUTER THAT FILLS HALF THE ROOM.
AT THE CENTRE OF THE WEB, PM HIMSELF SITS. ONCE CHARISMATIC GUERILLA LEADER OF THE NEO-GROOVES ALONGSIDE COMMANDANTE TIM, PM HAS GROWN RECLUSIVE THESE DAYS. TINY AND FRENETIC, HE GLIDES TOWARDS LORD TIM IN THE HOVERDESK OF STATE.
GOOD AFTERNOON PRIME MINISTER.UH, HI MAN. WE’RE REDECORATING – SORRY ABOUT THE MESS. WHAT'S UP?
PM, I HAVE YOUR TRUST, DON'T I? IF YOU HEARD VILE RUMOURS ABOUT MY PAST, YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THEM WOULD YOU?NO.
NO YOU WOULD OR NO YOU WOULDN'T?
NO I DON'T THINK THE SILVER'S WORKING, MAYBE A BLUE COMPUTER WOULD BE BEST.
LORD TIM THINKS BACK TO THIS MORNING AND A DEBATE IN THE HOUSE ABOUT THE WARP THREAT. A BEARDED STRANGER WITH INTENSE EYES - AND PERHAPS SOMETHING OF A GREENISH COMPLEXION? - SHOUTED OUT:YOUR MOON-DWELLERS ARE EXPLOITED, YOUR REGIME DECADENT, YOUR LEADERS CORRUPT!
YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH WHAT SCUM YOUR LEADERS REALLY ARE!HE WAS REMOVED BY THE ANGELS, AND SOON DISCUSSION MOVED ON TO HOW TO RAISE FUNDS FOR THE NEXT ISSUE OF IF TIMES, THE NATIONAL NEWSPAPER THAT APPEARS WHENEVER THE MOOD TAKES ITS EDITORIAL COLLECTIVE, AVAILABLE IN PRINT, DIGIVISION AND NOW IN LIQUID FORM.
PM. I THINK IT"S IMPERATIVE THAT YOU SPEAK TO THE HOUSE!
YOU THINK SO, LORD TIM?
ABSOLUTELY - IT'S THE MOMENT FOR FIRM LEADERSHIP! YOU MUST SEIZE THE TIME AND TACKLE THE WARP ONCE AND FOR ALL!!
WOW - FAR OUT!
PM ZIPS ACROSS THE CARPET ON HIS HOVERDESK, CALLS OUT TO HIS AIDES:
HEY GUYS! WE'RE GOING TO THE HOUSE! LET'S MAKE A PICNIC!
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