"Make me an Elder of the Council."
Tyler said it so casually that for a moment nobody reacted properly. Most of the elders were still staring at the giant robot behind him, trying to process everything they had already seen today.
Then his words finally registered.
"What?"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"That's impossible."
Several holographic elders rejected the idea immediately. Some sounded offended while others looked genuinely alarmed.
Only two people gave different answers.
"...Maybe."
"Let us think about it first."
The ones speaking were naturally Old Lady Veena and Alan Runner.
One of the projected elders stared at them in disbelief.
"What do you mean maybe?!"
Alan pointed toward the unveiled machines behind Tyler.
"Look at those things first," he said seriously. "The exosuit alone could improve our soldiers tremendously. The hoverboards solve mobility problems in rough terrain. And that giant robot…"
