The atmosphere in the can opener factory had become electric after Lumin revealed they had nearly lost their funding. The engineers seemed to have a renewed sense of urgency and for the first time truly seemed to be pulling together as a team.
The Japanese team’s viral video had created substantially more cross talk between Lumin’s engineers and Samuel Maston’s builders in the hanger. Lumin knew good communication would be crucial if they expected to make BZ9.312 a credible threat to the Japanese bot.
After Skip and Bo finalized Lumin’s schematic, she arranged a crew-wide meeting in the hanger with Biz’s massive frame–freshly repaired–serving as a backdrop. Once her staff assembled, she presented her control scheme along with several other design proposals. When no objections were raised over any of the improvements or changes, Biz’s design designation was upgraded to BZ9.5.
Lumin was relieved to have gained some momentum. “Again, I can’t thank everyone enough for all the hard work you’ve done and continue to do. Now, who’s ready to kick a huge dent in the Kyoto Team’s shiny metal ass?” Everyone cheered and waved their fists in the air.
Richard leaned over to Spotswood. “the Kyoto Team?”
“It’s the Japanese team’s official name,” said Spotswood. “Where have you been?” Richard shrugged in response.
Lumin looked around the room. “Good. So, if there’s no further business, I–”
“Wait,” interrupted Skip. He rushed to the podium holding a large piece of illustration board shrouded with a sheet of vellum.
Lumin raised an eyebrow. “Skip?”
“I got caught up in all the love around here lately and decided to design a logo for our team.” Skip peeled back the vellum, revealing an illustration of an angry boar wearing a bomber jacket in front of an American flag. The pig was wielding a shuffle board tang in its mouth.
The hanger exploded in laughter and cheers. The infamous “shuffle pig” insult–mistranslated from the Kyoto Team’s viral video–had quickly become a running joke throughout the complex.
Lumin shook her head. “Well, it’s more interesting than the ‘American Team.’ All in favor of unofficially calling ourselves the ‘Shuffle Pigs’ say yay!”
A swelling chorus of “Yays” rattled the rafters of the hanger.
Skip looked surprised. “Wait Lumin, I’m not proposing we name–”
A few scattered groans rose from of the crowd.
“Alright then…screw it. We’re the ‘Shuffle Pigs’ now. Get this logo on the stationary,” said Lumin. Everyone cheered again.
“Okay,” said Skip, flabbergasted.