“You have to say something.” Harvey had said this to Luke six times before and he would say it six times more if he had to. He relaxed back in his ostentatious black chair and explained patiently, “We need a ceremony to mark the moment. We also require words for the great unwashed. If you don’t want the floor, just say so: I’ll cobble something together.” Behind him, the Melbourne skyline stretched towards the bay.
Luke grunted and fidgeted. He wanted to leave the ceremony behind and get on with changing the world.
“Something that we can translate into a press statement,” Harvey continued, gently and implacably. “That Timebot is new. That Timebot is part exotic matter, part mechanical and part computer. That Timebot will set up a platform so we can travel into the Middle Ages. That there
