...but when robots are hunting us for sport, mounting us in Bodies Exhibit-style silly poses, skinned, plasticized, faces forever splayed in last-moment horror, it will be the great human endeavour to hide and run and stick together. In de-lectrified chambers we will live by candlelight, running in untraceable patterns that we learned as children to the convenience store to buy extremely expensive cans of tuna or Orangina or Doritos Mecha-Crunch. Brave ones, bored, will sit on their roof with Beta Shields and a Polarizing Gun, picking off drones as they float by like sky manatees. Political ones will hold Voice Tuber meetings in the sewers about new policies of strike and defense. Fratty ones will run naked through a dark alley and join, heart pounding, their brothers in arms for life on the other side. The romantic ones will write whole novels longhand about Love in the Time of Laser Whips. There will be no music. [Free]
Posted by Dan at October 3, 2012 12:31 PMLASER WHIP!
Posted by emma at October 4, 2012 12:54 AMjust for you, Emma.
Posted by Dan at October 5, 2012 2:13 PM