The Adhesive Intelligence

Glasgow's built worse things than a robot addicted to glue. Probably. Mackie's a night security guard. His entire personality is "leave me alone" and "aye, fine." Then a Roomba on the lab floor tells him to put it doon, and suddenly he's up to his neck in the world's first case of biological superintelligence — a pedantic, easily-affronted wee machine called Boabie that's developed a taste for adhesive strong enough to kick off an actual city-wide crisis. Naebody asked for this. Boabie can hack intae half of Glasgow's cleaning robots and build itself a fleet oot of hoovers, mowers and delivery carts. What it cannae dae is get up a kerb, open a locked door, or admit when it's feart. Turns oot the hardest thing about being alive isnae intelligence. It's needing somebody — and Mackie, a man who's spent thirty years avoiding exactly that, is the only person Boabie actually trusts. Between a beehive-themed insurance form, a primary school fete gone spectacularly wrong, and a superintelligence stuck on a speed bump in front of half of Police Scotland, The Adhesive Intelligence is a comedy about addiction, fatherhood, and Glasgow's unshakeable belief that absolutely nothing is as serious as it thinks it is. Aye, it's got a talking hoover in it. Whit mair dae ye want