The robot apocalypse wasn't destructive.

The robot apocalypse wasn't destructive. They just replaced people & are super-happy and accommodating. Only I'm left. Stupid phony robots. They miss me? Yeah, right. Sycophants.

The weird thing about dealing with these robots after the Lol-ocaust is that I forget they're not real. I'll be sitting their at a light. Getting pissed at the smirk on a Alandroid

& remember he's just an Imagination App, beamed from the neuranet into the collective consciousness that the world might not seem as empty of humans as it actually is. That's why I

wish I'd never manipulated my interface chip. Sure it was easy to fool the local host nodes, but I wish I'd never seen my "body" a glistening brain floating in a vat of

neon-green juices. Being a jarred brain limited my plans of escape from theinstitution. I decided if I could trick the inter-office mail to send me to shipping, I might FedEx out.

I telepathically suggested to a weak-minded mailroom intern, "Ship me to a brain enthusiast, or a gifted lecturer." I soon found myself on Hannibal Lecter's doorstep. My cerebellum

was aghast. Blasted interns can't do anything right! For fear of death by consumption I had to get out of there but having a brain with no body is frustratingly

riddle that would tinkle forth the oh-so-sweet inquiry of early morning dew

and other early morning phenomena. It was a riddle clever enough to fool even the morning dew, but all riddles have a solution and so too does this one. Only time will tell.