Marked Man
It surely can’t be a coincidence that just as soon as I start reading Robopocalypse then:
- The auto-feeder at the photocopying/print/scanning station plays up and tries to eat the title deeds to my house. Twice.
- The Bluetooth stack on my ever reliable Sony Z crashes twice in the same afternoon.
- The dishwasher left a dirty spoon or two.
It’s surely the tell-tale signs of robot infiltration. Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get me. I think I’ll take a leaf out of the book, buy some Mindstorms and crack on either a) learning how to defeat them or b) being of value to our new robot overlords.
