From the mouths of Babes II, or how a two year old welcomes our new robot overlords
The other day, not the day I just described, but another one, my son John came to me with his concerns about space robots. I have tried to foster an open and trusting relationship with my son, and I was pleased that he would speak to me about these matters.
"Daddy, giant robots... in the sky?"
I was surprised that John was concerned about the giant space robots at such an early age. In fact, I have attempted to shield him from knowledge of our impending doom, and have never spoken of robots in front of him. Nevertheless, my clever boy has ferreted out the essential details of the growing threat.
"John scared, robots" John was still working on articles and prepositions at this point, but his meaning was clear – he was scared of the robots. Wise beyond his years, he wanted to know if the robots were coming.
"Robots, down here?" he asked.
I told him not yet.
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Sooner or later you're going
Sooner or later you're going to have to teach him about the tools he'll need in the fight against the robots. And the zombies. And the ghosts of Atlantis.