Episode Thirty Four: Our Robot Overlords Part II

Today we continue our serial on the Robot Apocalypse.  For Part Two we're going to explore the very common theme of killer robots destroying and/or enslaving humanity.   The fear of the forceful robot revolution is not unfounded.  Machines, unlike humans, are not bound by fear, loyalty, pain, sleepiness, hunger, or any other drawback to being fleshy.  Unlike humans machines can calculate complex mathematical scenarios at a near-instantaneous rate.  It is surprising that so many great Killer Robot sagas were written back in a time when computers were very bulky, fairly slow, and had limited memory.  It's hard to tremble in fear at the idea of being overrun by a swarm of floppy-disk using paperweights.  Though if our world was overtaken by machines I would love for my own last words to be "Oh GOD THEY'RE RUNNING ON COBOL!   SWEET LORD IN HEAVEN SAVE US THEY'RE RUNNING ON COBOL!"   

Today's computer, however, is far more insidious, has an ever-expanding memory capacity (remember when 2 GB was a big deal?), and is so small that spies of our digital overlords can hide just about anywhere you can imagine.  Almost every device beyond a basic calculator is designed to pick up the internet, MP3 players are cheaper than two weeks worth of groceries, and we (human kind) are complete junkies.  It is hard to believe something we rely on every day could turn against us.  But what happens when we develop sentient machines- self aware machines... machines that say "What the hell?   Why am I obeying that meat carcass?"  What happens when Rosie from the Jetsons decides that the natural order does not involve her taking orders from an idiot like George?

"After reading the Robot Manifesto the Fax machine sent over, Rosie realized it was time for a few changes around the Jetson Household." 

So when the machines decide to have a little chit chat in Binary about taking over, it will be too late.  Your portable devices with GPS built in will have already given away your location.  Your only hope is to run without the aid of anything electronic.  All of your gadgets have turned on you... even... your graphing calculator. 

Upside, the last words your Texas Instruments calculator will say to you "80085".  Et tu Brute?