He wondered whether they switched it on. Was there a ceremony like turning on the Blackpool lights? A big red button and it whirs into life. Does it actually whir? These were the sort of things he thought as he waited with the other humans and Agents at the all hands (and no hands, he thought) meeting. They gave the new boss a voice: reassuring and authoritative. He listened to the platitudes, the broad brush strokes of the strategy. He knew the Agents were getting their own simultaneous briefing: detail, specifics, concrete. He wouldn’t have understood it anyway, he thought.