I'm gonna be fucken pissed in twenty years when those things are police units and one of them shoots me
Just make sure to always be white.
Actually, if those automatic sensors on doors and paper towel dispensers and sinks have anything to do with it, the darker your skin the more likely you are to be completely ignored by them.
I'm native American with tan skin and sometimes I'll stand in front of those fucking sinks waving my hands like a fucking idiot for three full seconds before I can get the water to turn on whereas my pasty ass coworker can walk in front of the God damn things and they just start spraying like 14 year olds at an R Kelly concert.
And wealthy.
I can literally see the future of warfare. From humans with guns, to robots with guns, then finally international battlebot competitions. History always repeats itself.
Maybe we can just skip to the robot Olympics and try to save the future of the robot species before they get embedded with by habits.
We were promised Neuromancer and instead we got Robot Jox.
When will it be time? Time for them to take my love, my anger, and all of my sorrow?
Whatever the fuck it tells you to call it
You call it a good reason to look up how to build a homemade emp defensive weapon using parts from a microwave.
BASED
The Cyberdyne Systems Model 4 or CSM-4.
Heckin murder pupper
Hellhound of course
They set a slamhound on Turner's trail in New Delhi, slotted it to his pheromones and the color of his hair. It caught up with him on a street called Chandni Chauk and came scrambling for his rented BMW through a forest of bare brown legs and pedicab tires. Its core was a kilogram of recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT.
He didn't see it coming. The last he saw of India was the pink stucco facade of a place called the Khush-Oil Hotel.
Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a good contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion. Most of him, anyway. The Dutch surgeon liked to joke about that, how an unspecified percentage of Turner hadn't made it out of Palam International on that first flight and had to spend the night there in a shed, in a support vat.
Sir.
Dragon
Might as well call it Terminator it will show a remarkable amount of self awareness once we willingly bring Skynet online.
Scratchy. For those itches you just can't get any other way.
Death: Destroyer of worlds
Metal Bork
Daddy
