Sorry United Customer Service, it happened, maybe it was when Nick Stohl snuck into Cyberdyne and started fucking shit up, maybe it was when Will Smith defouled Isaac Asimov’s still fresh corpse, but the
machines have taken over, and we are giving them guns. Wow.
These little automated fuckers are going to be crawling around Iraq armed with phased plasma rifles in the 40 watt range. Think about how you’d feel, you’re blabbing on your cellphone, parking your Beemer at Whole Foods when Ed209 accosts you and tells you, you have 10 seconds to repark your car so that you’re not hanging halfway over into the Handicapped space (you know who you are preppy, I saw you).
As you’re fumbling with your phone, screaming about how you work for Dick Jones! DICK JONES! you drop your keys under your car just as lugnuts counts off your last seconds on earth before riddling that pink sweater you’ve got tied around your neck full of hot lead. Too bad you didn’t park in the garage where there’s some stairs. Science is a bitch.
