In the brokerage office on Tuesday morning always held a meeting: in the office of the director gathered the heads of departments, discussed the results of the past week and planned activities for the upcoming.
Each time the plan was reduced to the fact that the IT department should develop and provide the leadership with robots with which you can conquer the whole world, after which the director will be the richest and happiest.
Everyone, except the leader, understood that the idea was absurd, but was not dismissed for various reasons. Someone had to maintain a family, and someone was just interested in watching the paranoid schizophrenia offspring of wealthy parents, who gave the child a brokerage company after graduation of the institute.
This time the director was delayed and the secretary announced:
We will start the meeting with the speech of the Head of Development.
I took a deep breath, it was no longer funny or uninteresting.
- I propose to collect at a neighboring landfill the garbage of various origins, glue a rocket, fly to Mars, with the help of the IT department (they can do anything at all) to construct a protein gun and conquer the Earth from there!
The Secretary froze over the minutes of the meeting with a questioning look.
The head of the department, in complete silence:
Is it fucking?