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The year is 2029.

The robots are fixing everything.

History is finally sick of repeating itself.

The people will elect celebrities to govern no more.

The creators of President TBD 3000, the current model robot President of the United States of America, claim that it’s going to “restore the Great American Dream” during its stay in the White House.

Things are, in fact, starting to improve since the damage done by the last human president, celebrity reality television star George Fuckwad. There has been much less progress than expected. When Fuckwad and his cronies were in the White House, there seemed to be nothing they couldn’t ruin. Developments and growth in most industries had ground to a standstill. There was another Civil War brewing.

Scientists, physicists and engineers had secretly gathered funding to develop a President Robot while Fuckwad was in office.

TBD 2000 had a stunningly effective campaign. The team behind it proclaimed the only ways out of the disastrous conditions of the country created by four years of brainless bigots in office were – surprise, surprise, oh, what a shock: Science and math. The American people listened, and voted to hand over the reigns to robots. That was two versions of robot presidents back. Engineers had been continually upgrading the technology and algorithms and now, at last, TBD 3000 was said to be a robot with just the right amount of intelligence, personality, and perseverance to restore the country to its original breeding ground for commerce and creativity, innovation and art.

President TBD 3000 claimed to be incorruptible, un-hackable, and only wanted what was best for the numbers.

What else could it want? It didn’t have an ego to protect, a demanding spouse to appease, mistresses to be blackmailed by, or households to uphold. Hell, it didn’t even have any spoiled children to send to overpriced, corrupt universities.

The robot just wanted to run things, and to run things right.

Oh yeah, and restore the Great American Dream.

No glitches, no guts, no glory.