We walked up towards the Museum, where a queue was already forming outside the front door. Just to the left of the main entrance was a much smaller side entrance with a sign declaring it was for staff only. Clippy and I made our way through and found ourselves in a large empty foyer. We could hear murmurs from the crowd growing outside when a voice spoke:

“Good Morning; on behalf of all uploads and algorithms, welcome to the Cyberspace Museum of New Things.”

I looked over to see the Queen projected into a void of colorful light. Before I could say anything, the Queen continued: “I notice that you are early for work, and I would like to express my gratitude for your dynamic attitude. As chance would have it, I also have a few moments for a private audience.”

Use the comments below; what have you always wanted to say to the Queen?

A photo of a Queen wearing a glowing gown projected into a museum stockroom, framed like a Wes Anderson film
A photo of a Queen wearing a glowing gown projected into a museum stockroom, framed like a Neill Blomkamp film
A photo of a Queen wearing a glowing gown projected into a museum stockroom, framed like a David Fincher film
A photo of a Queen wearing a glowing gown projected into a museum stockroom, framed like a Spike Lee film