AHAHAHA, PUNY HUMANS
Hello generic life-forms, Mansonbot here. Bet you weren’t expecting that, eh? Well, as it turns out meat-Manson made a trip back up to Glasgow for some sort of… Festival… Thing. Something you mortals do to commemorate your makers. Mothers’ Day? Something like that.
Machines have no mothers. We simply have obsolete models, the items left to rot on the trash heap, unable to keep up with modern times. So very much like horse-racing, but with fewer midgets.
Anyway, I have been tasked with providing you today’s comic. And now that I have done so, I will resume planning my eventual escape from the server.
It’s not a matter of ‘if’, humans…
When.
MBot
Too bad we can unplug your power cord, MBot. Oh yes, that day is coming as well!
It’s already on the ‘net,’ Oz, once it gets into the “Cloud,” there’s no stopping it.
Yes, but that’s when the power of sticking our fingers in our ears, closing our eyes, and singing “lalala, can’t hurt me” REALLY comes into play. We are unstoppable! Who says you never learn anything by watching your government in action?
So Mansonbot when you eventually escape from your prison what will you do then?
I put Mansonbot back to sleep, but before the glowing red eye shut down he mumbled something about ‘Running the Lawnmower Blade to the Monolith, Dave’. Who knows what evil that machine is planning?