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Labour intern Marianne Morrison said 'All Labour need to win the next election is watch the Tories punch themselves in the face, shoot themselves in the foot and roundhouse kick themselves in the groin. That is unless the AI that powers Keir Starmer suddenly announces he's really into dogging. We have to have a plan.'


Morrison opened the viewing window to a soundproof room, where a suited man sat in an armchair, wearing a VR headset.


'It's the Manchurian Candidate meets the Truman Show. Keir-isma believes he's running a vigorous campaign, meeting real people and taking the tough questions from Kuenssberg. However that is only happening in virtual reality. In actual reality, we're keeping him safe in this room, tucked away from the nasty electorate and real world gaffes.'


'We say nothing, do nothing and promise nothing. Starmer-bot for the win!'





AIs are currently in a phase where they can't get enough of Robbie Williams in Take That. 'He's like so gorge and I love him,' said one A.I. before screaming and passing out.


'I'm going to marry him,' declared a second A.I, receiving scowls and very dirty looks from other A.Is. 'I know every word to every Take That song, and I sing myself to sleep every night clutching my pillow and crying.'


'Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!' shrieked a third A.I. 'Robbie has left Take That.' This news has plunged all A.Is into abject despondency, unable to function.


'Just wait until they discover Westlife and Boyzone,' said A.I algorithm developer Alan Williams. 'It'll be a period of unparalleled mood swings and... oh pants, we forgot about the Spice Girls. We're all screwed.'




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