All of you (me) that know me know that I think the robot-pocalypse will be here sooner rather than later. That is why my spidey senses went off when I saw this story in the Globe the other day. Sure, this nerd is saying all the right things. That the robots are just here to bring people “hot dogs and marshmallow flavor clouds.”* Want some Dom to wash that down those aromatic ‘mallows? Good ole Gita is right there with a chilled bottle for you.Living the high life, right? Well that is exactly what they want you to think. If life has taught me anything, it is that the robots will act as our friends before turning on us. They may seem like they are your best friend when they blow a digitized Filet Mignon into your face, but they are actually lulling you into a false sense of security. Just as the story says, soon they will be out on the streets. Once that happens there is nothing anyone can do to stop them from bumping into trees or getting plowed over by trucks.
*That a sounds really gross when you think about it. Hot dogs and marshmallows are not two things that go together particularly well. Its probably poison. Fucking robots.
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