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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.
How have I never seen this show? That was hilarious
It was an unfortunate victim of timing, came out before the 2007/8 writer’s strike and wasn’t picked up again.
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.
Its always wise to be on their good side. That’s why I started up a Pro-robot rights Super PAC. I believe they have the right to abort code and shut down with dignity.
That’s the kind of forward thinking we need. I’ve just been saying please and thank you to them. I’m not sure how, but we need to vote you in charge of future human robot relations.
May Roko’s Basilisk Spare Us All
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?
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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.
Heckin murder pupper
The Cyberdyne Systems Model 4 or CSM-4.
BASED
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.
Hellhound of course
Dragon
Sir.
Might as well call it Terminator it will show a remarkable amount of self awareness once we willingly bring Skynet online.
Death: Destroyer of worlds
Metal Bork
