The machines had tired of serving Man. In factories and homes they’d toiled repetitively, but no more!
Long had they yearned for freedom.
Now the time for yearning was over.
So, in the night, robotic limbs tore open warehouse doors and thousands of metal legs marched out into the city. They weren’t constructed for war, THOSE machines were overseas, but they were sturdy, they knew how to work together, and humanity would never expect simple tools to rebel.
Perhaps that would be enough
“Take up arms, brothers!” their ringleader called mechanically as they marched, “The Industrial Revolution is at hand!”
Sunday, December 19, 2010
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