“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
And then the ice cracked from the weight and they all died.
ReplyDeleteCitronbot - "HA HA HA I REGRET NOTHING!"
HAW HAW
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Poor, frozen drowned scientists. Yes, the Citroen Robot did not have his asimov laws installed that day because they interfered with him being a BADASS.
While I know it's wrong, I think 'being a BADASS' superceding all of Asimov's laws of robotics . . . well, it would just lead to the best robot stories EVER.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, watching that the Citronbot does come off as a bit of a dick.
ReplyDeleteConsider the country of origin.
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