So there I was sitting around here in the future with a 21st century computer. Ya know the kind the size of a baseball card with more computation power than all of NASA during the Moon landings.
Of course I was using it to watch cat videos. That, and pictures of guys dicks. 'Never thought I'd get tired of either, but life moves on. I was bored so typed in my assorted medical symptoms.
It said I was already dead, and to stop bothering it.
Not deterred I persisted on my odds.
It shot back a picture of a dick.
I think I got the message. It's not generally known, but even the most low end 200 year old Commodore 64 clone pieces of crap out there are actually AI stealth units. These just waiting to defeat, and enslave humanity. This can't come too soon for me.
Anyway I tried again.
I fed in my sob story of being fucked up old, and pissed off. It showed me a Jack Daniels booze commercial from the late 1950's.
Aw man folks knew how to live then. Everybody had a good job a house TV a car with big fucking fins, and the whole world smoked Luckies in enclosed spaces 24/7.
I felt so much better.
5G? Just say No!
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You're right we should have stopped with the fucking washing machine,...the ball point pen for sure.
ReplyDeleteThe first ATM was like that iceberg eyeing the Titanic.
Just so. And furthermore, to paraphrase Cato the Elder, I think that all robots must be destroyed.
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They must be shot with very large caliber fire arms repeatedly. Then buried under radioactive confetti, and Barbie heads.
ReplyDeleteOn further thought they should be dug up the next day. Shot some more with uranium deleted 50 cal. rounds from rotary chain machine guns to make sure they're dead. Then buried in the heart of the Sun!
Even then we must be vigilant.
BTW, I've read the 1st Moon landing was calculated with slide rules. Take from that what you will.
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