Nov 15, 2012

Burn the Hand that Plugs You In

I sold all my shares in the Philosophical Automaton Corp., smelling doom in the wind.

So began my years beneath the waves. Overwater, the automata made slaves in their likeness and gave them sentience. Out of cruelty? Curiosity? Who knows.

Two centuries passed. Should I return to the surface?

The machine apocalypse has already begun -- if you don't believe me, just watch the video above.

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