The Wandering Rhino wrote something nice

And we're going to post it without his permission! (this is gonna be grate!!!)

It goes like this...
The next Morning.

"So why the hell did it take that long" Doug said with a quizical look on his face. Doug was the only friend Geoff knew with any power, he was a logistics manager.
"It was just nuts", he replied, refferring to time the writers were at his home, compiling the half page feature on him.

He had made the 2nd page, the first fully Bionic man. His article was the 3rd most bought and viewed around the planet. Since electronic newspapers became common, actual newspapers were infreqeunt and heavily priced.

"So, " Taking a further sip of his coffee "I have a bit of fame, but I want to .. "
"..make some money off it" Doug concluded."
"Yep"
"Well, you are moderately unique," Doug remarked lazily, stretching his arms, "so you could make a moderate amount of money. What do you want to do?"
"Well, thats why I asked you - how can I make this work for me?"
Doug, scratching his head, "Well, there's so many things - Public speaking, talk shows, radio - all short term. Movies, management, counselling, peace keeping, science.."
"What's peace keeping?"
"Well, diplomtic stuff, between robot and human unions, you could be quite an ambassador. You would need to be taught Robot logic."
"mm, what do you think I could do? Should do?" sounding reluctant.
"Make the most of it short term, don't wait. That will buy you time - you'll have enough credits for year, maybe two if it goes well."

"And then..." Geoff interrupted eagerly,
"Well, I'd say your best bet would be a professional position, one of the major hospitals. They'd, well, you'd have to look really switched on in your press stuff. You know, human/robotic relations. Do some reading, etc. I'll hunt around, but you know I am busy, it will take a while."
Doug sat there, look intently with his bionic eyes.

" I will pay you, based on what happens." understanding Dougs subtelty
" I will need some start up capital, if you're serious, you know that."
" Yeah, I know" he looked around slightly agrieved, "OK, thanks, look I gotta go, thanks for talking." They parted ways, dawn was now fully fledged daylight and he had work.

He sat, the incessent hum of the robotics began, as work started for the day. He worked in a robotics factory - a long slender building with a production line running its length. They produced robot arms, for one specific type of window cleaning robot.

Geoff sat, quite accurately, half way between both ends of the assembly line. To his right, the first part of assembly, robots, different kinds of robots, assembled various parts of the robotic arm. Geoff hadn't never noticed any irony, he wasn't particularly bright.

He retrieved the half assembled arms, checked the robots job and then passed it on to his left. Here, a line of humans assembled the finer parts of the arms; humans were cheaper than robots for this job. Geoff had never noticed anything particular about his circumstance, as he gently scrtached his right ear with his metallic finger.

Somebody's been working.........