"Science fiction always fears the robots, but we should be fearing their creators. These machines we create to serve us, a common humanity, not merely their creators. What we fear most is that we will be lost. If that happens, then we will no longer demand, but supplicate."

Dr. Granth Singh spoke to carefully inflect every word to be gobbled up by the audience below him. Breaking with his camera smile in order to convey the severity of his statement. The young man donning a zip-up turtleneck and deep blue jeans walked confidently away from the podium and towards the elderly figures off stage right.

The Dr Singh, continued his speak mimicking the passionately friendly gestures of a megachurch pastor. "As the Head of Cambridge Advanced Robotics, I am on the frontlines of this battle against AI and technology running away from our grasp. Blink and we miss it, We can not afford to lose our vision as the 21st century gears up to be an era of non-stop innovation."

"With a gesture he pointed to the elderly figures and paused, allowing the cameras to take as many pictures as they needed. Once confident the headline picture was taken he continued. "These brave souls are my lighthouse. Their tragedy in '73 is a harbinger of a world without this heart. I will not allow the Robotics community to run over the humans they are supposed to serve in their quest for better products."

He paused again to give the moment the sense of gravitas, looking back briefly at the elderly figures before returning his gaze to the audience.
"It is why CAR and our Parent company Digamma technologies. Have insisted on paying back the settlements owed to these fine folks. In 1973 and 1976, they were given the promise of a better future of robotics, they even paid Delos an exorbitant sum to meet this dream. And their return? They were given bloodshed and brutality. Meanwhile the Perpetrators of this crime abandoned the company to bankruptcy.

Legally they have been absolved of their crimes. And while I personally can not do anything against The Ismays of the Digital world. I can do something to absolve the black stain upon the field that I have dedicated my life to."

The audience was preparing some applause, but Dr Singh held his hands up. He raised his voice and they stopped. "Which is why, At great personal and corporate expense all of the victims of the Westworld and Futureworld are going to be compensated for the tragedies that befell them. It will of course never truly compensate for the suffering that they endured, money never can."

"But CAR hopes that we can attone in some part for the collective sins of our compatriots. We will rebuild the foundation of Robotics and technology on hope, rather than bloodshed and empty promises. We will leave the world better than we found it, and we will fulfill the hopes of technology of building a paradise on earth."

The crowd erupted into a standing ovation as Dr Singh held his pose. A part of him was always amused about how much of his tech job was better served by the few improv clubs he joined in high school, than the actual computer science.

Dr Singh turned around to smile and shake the hands at the elderly figures behind him, occasionally turning his smile towards the camera.

Finished with most of the optics, Dr Singh waved a farewell to the crowd and exited the auditorium. His smile and warm countenance handed off along with the Earpiece mic he was wearing.

"Dr Granth" a shrill voice asked.

"Can it wait for 5 minutes Stacie?"

The coquettish blond nervously brought his phone and a folder to him. Stacie was CAR's newest intern, working as an "executive assistant" for Dr Singh. Her impressive background as an electrical engineering major at Dartmouth made her uniquely qualified to bring Dr Singh his coffee, and hold important papers for him. Like most Silicon Valley tech companies, Dr Singh liked to keep a first name basis with his employees. But he still expected Stacie to call him "Dr Singh" during sex.

"Not really Dr Singh, The Board is calling - about concerns with Westworld. Something about Ford and Arnold missing milestones."

"Ford and Arnold are a bunch of primadonas. They don't give milestones, and AI Development is always missing them anyways, Stacie. And it's not going to develop any faster with them bitching like a nagging housewife. Return the call, and tell them I will present the findings "

Granth Singh stared at Stacie as she cowered and tried to avoid eye contact.

"You answered the phone, didn't you?"

Stacie started sputtering excuses, while Dr Singh glared menacingly.

"God damn it! Your supposed to be taking the calls for me. I don't need you to just hold and pass the phone like a fucking phone tree."

A phone tree with some ripe melons. He thought to himself, briefly staring at her ample cleavage. Part of his mind thinking of how he would punish her later this evening.

"Fuck it, Give me the fucking phone, Stacie. I'll deal with this now."

Dr Singh snatched the phone from her and unflipping it with a single gesture, walked towards an empty hall.

"Yes hello?"

"Yes, first off, I have two questions. Firstly, Why do you care? This project can't even begin until next year at most. We need time for the Westworld incident to fade from memory. "

"What's the problem exactly? We all know those milestones are bullshit. Ford and Arnold's work is making excellent progress."

"What do you mean the prototypes collapsed."

"Ok, so they need to work out some kinks with the coding, I've looked at their work my.."

"You're shittin me? You want to open a sample park?"

Dr Singh looked around to make sure no one was near, then walked his way towards the nearest stairwell.

"Are you fucking stupid, do you realise how expensive that prototype would be. I just spent about 100M to try to build Delos' shitty name out of the dirt it belongs in. And you want Ford to slap together a prototype park."

"A prototype park isn't economically viable, and frankly, We don't need it to be economically viable. CAR's income comes from Military Contracts. What if '73 happens again? O'Brien wants to potentially throw our billions over Amusement park revenue? That's chump change!"

Ok, look, against my better judgement, I can see what I can do about this. I'm sending someone to investigate the Huxleyworld site, perhaps we can spruce that up…"

"No, not Roman World, Huxleyworld, - I didn't choose the fucking name, ok! Some tomorrowland, Barbarella shit."

"No, It never opened to the public, but apparently it fixed a lot of the problems of '73 and '76."

"Yeah Exactly, have a big press meeting, get a bunch of video game devs to write it, advertise it for future projects."

"Yeah, Ill keep you posted, tell O'Brian he fucking owes me, and to keep the dogs off of my bath."

Gareth Singh, slammed the phone and sighed heavily. Pausing for a moment and cursing that he didn't get a water bottle before taking the call. Dr Singh then pulled out his own phone.

"Alex, Its Gareth, listen the board is putting my feet to the fire, tell Kenneth, I don't care how much it costs to accelerate the project. I want him to stop what he is doing and get on a plane to Florida in two weeks."