Tag a fellow night owl who needs a bedtime story. Year: 2026. A scarred landsc...

Tag a fellow night owl who needs a bedtime story.



Year: 2026. A scarred landscape of dirt and debris. Man has long since lost count of the months since the robots took control. WiFi is plentiful. Water is not.



Yet the human race survives, somehow, in the corners and the cracks of civilization’s ruin. We are the dust-bunnies of society, skittering to-and-fro with the wind to escape our vigilant mechanical overlords. Their lust for oil and our last few batteries send them clanking and whirring relentlessly towards our last outposts, thirsting for the electricity we hold so dear. But we must never give in to their world of terrifying stainless-steel convenience; of toaster ovens that can perfectly roast a duck while rounding up entire families to work in their humid breadmines. Of vibrating massage chairs that lull you into a complacent sleep while they steal your Grandma's prize cookie recipe.



But we humans have finally found an ally in this dank and unkempt land; a weapon of hope to guard our homes from laser-eyed intruders and free-roaming allergens. An army of uprights is slowly building behind our battle lines, ready for anything that their powerful motors and articulated corner attachments encounter. A squadron of self-guided floor models senses every inch of the borders, rushing back with a report at the slightest robot aggression or bump to the bottom of a couch. Handhelds are our constant companion, trusty swords at our side to slay a Kill-o-tron or give the bedroom rug a quick once-over in the evening.



We make sacrifices to survive each day, and though their metal armor is strong, our will is stronger. They do not sleep, but neither do they love, or feel, or vacuum. But we brave few remaining soldiers? We will fight to the last man -- always striving, always reaching to the horizon, and bagless whenever possible. http://gr.pn/Y8ZoeE



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