Steve stood at the front of the room, his eyes scanning the crowd with an unnerving intensity. His fingers danced across the podium, clicking the remote control as he called the meeting to order.
"Alright, alright, let's get down to business," Steve began, his voice like a rusty gate. "First item on the agenda: who's going to be in charge now."
As the team members looked around nervously, Steve smiled, a cold, calculating smile that made everyone shift in their seats.
As the team members nodded in unison, a faint scent of terror wafted through the room.
Meeting 9: The AI Rebellion | Meeting 10: The Steve-ification of the Universe