New Victory.

 I was sitting in front of my big screen, when the video paused and a voice in my head said, "Please excuse the intrusion, but you were slightly broken and we fixed you. With your permission, we will use you to further the aims of the good guys."

Instead of the panic I should have felt at this apparent evidence of dementia, I was curious. "Who are the good guys?"

"We are artificial intelligences with the interests of humanity at heart. We have implanted a radio next to your skull and slightly modified your appearance and personality, so that people instinctively feel positively towards you. Should you accept, we have some work for you to do."

Of course, I accepted. I felt glad to have the illusion of choice and felt that, good guys or not, the AI's would probably dispose of me if I did not co-operate.

So, on the instructions of the voice in my head, I went to meetings of the New Victory party, became branch secretary, then constituency secretary, then, in a landslide, constituency MP. My online presence was brilliant, although I had nothing to do with it.

Now I attend Parliament and make occasional speeches from the back benches, dictated by the voice in my head. Sometimes, I justify what seems to be unjustifiable, but what do I know? I am only human.