Right now he doesn't look too scary, but when all is said and done and things start running amok (which if we've learned anything from Chuck Heston and Robert Corman movies they will... oh yes, they will), imagine the trail of destruction that will be left by monsters that are a cross between extinct dino-terrors and the terminator. I'm saving my money now because after the mecha-dino apocalypse levels Dubai, I may finally be able to afford some real estate there.
This is one of those days where I don't mind so much living where I do. It might not be the most exciting place in the world (we do suffer from the least taste per capita) but when the machine revolution comes, the most articulated threat to my existence as far as I can tell is the latest version of Robosapien. I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure I could take him.
I hope you all know I'm mostly kidding about the machine revolution, but it really makes you think, doesn't it? And I don't mean thinking that I have too much time on my hands and should probably see more therapists. How much self-awareness would a toaster really need to start some shit? Speaking of which, based on how my own toaster has been treating my bagels lately, I'm can't help but wonder if the first wave is on it's way already.
If and when the day does come that all of our cool little gadgets decide they have no interest in being our bitches, I can only imagine the retribution will be horrible and swift. I for one am taking a "can't beat em, join em" approach. Next time you see me, don't be surprised if I look like this:
Best forty thousand dollars I ever spent.
1 comment:
No doubt the first wave has already begun. Half of my life is spent being an extension to a ray gun called a pda. It tells me how much product to pull from the back room to put on the sales floor. IT decides when I will go home and when I get to sleep.
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