'..."I'm starting two political parties, actually: The Giveaways and the Up Your Asses. But the real genius of my idea is they will be confined to a harmless AI simulation run on surplus Defense Department equipment where they will be in no position to affect anyone's actual life. That's obviously much too dangerous. We're talking strictly theoretical game-play scenarios. Sort of like fantasy football. Pick your 'dream team' and all that... Day-to-day operations will still be handled by the Syndicate. You don't have to worry."   

He paused. The powerpoint slides slithered disjunctively like window blinds suddenly released from their moorings, seemingly destined to escape the screen and hurtle down onto the purplish tarmac underneath their hoverboots, were it not for the blinding beams reflected off the nearby transporter's glossy eggshell finish.     

Hardly a moment passed.

"All right. Clear the chamber." 

And then it woke up...'