Fauntleroy and Flossy - Wolf News
Fauntleroy stood by the mirror, a life size mannequin of Flossy lay on the bed with a fashion magazine opened to the center page.
“Have you seen my camouflage phone?”
The robot by the bed answered in Flossy’s voice. “Model T borrowed it. She has to reach Put-Baby to transfer more money to her Deutsche Bank Business account. She is starting her new clothing line, based on the contracts that are being stirred her way. Once she gets the money, she can contact the factories in China and Vietnam to place her government backed orders.” Red l.e.d.s blinked on the eyes of the robot.
“Darling, did you see we are taking apart the ‘Endangered Species Bill” today. Those bloody frogs, and spotted owls turn on my planet are over. They are not going to stand in the way of our progress to deplete the earth of everything beautiful. We are meeting today with the Cabinet and will begin to fund the camps to harbor the criminal class, immigrants, the elderly, and the educated and maybe get some free labor. I picked the perfect Secretary of Labor, but he graciously took his name out of the running, that is just the kind of guy he is. We intend to roll out our ‘everyone will work’ programs. Just this weekend, I.C.E. chased one woman from California to Colorado, but by goodness, we got her. That will send a message to all of them. With overtime it cost $62,000, but we got her. We may let her children work until adulthood in our big donors homes and maybe our hotels. Then we will send them back after years of taking care of their needs. After all we are not heartless."
“Did you see on “Wolf News” that I am sending Military Generals to Azerbaijan, I think that is somewhere in Tennessee, they are going to meet with Russian generals to discuss joint military collaborations.”
The robot spoke up. “Azerbaijan, is not in Tennessee. It is near Georgia. And your Defense Secretary made a fifty-seven second announcement that that was not going to happen at this time.”
He glanced over toward the big brass bed. "We have started the interview program to fill all the undesirable low jobs that are beneath men to do. The cabinet has set up the process and extensive reviews will begin to fill the quotas set by each man. Women will, finally, be clamoring to get our jobs.
"We have got to stop those leaks. Those illegal leaks. I have my best people on it. The best. The very best. Russian approved in fact. Do you hear me?"
The robot, swiveled, first left, then quickly right. "Leaks; beep. Leaks; beep. Leaks; beep, beep."
"Are you taking something for that?" Fauntleroy left the room. He missed his camouflage phone. He wandered off looking for Model T.
Robot digitized a transcript of the conversation and transmitted to the Soviet satellite that circled every 16 hours over the White House. The spy ship off the coast of Virginia picked up the transcript immediately and sent it back for RT to publish to the provinces.
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