On the subject of irrational fears, check out this fortune cookie I received the other day:
The thing in us that we fear? I don’t know about you, but the thing I fear most is robots. Sorry, Rosie.
Yup, robots. Specifically, very humaniod robots and/or cyborgs and/or artificial intelligence. Y’know. Like Cylons. BTW, major spoiler alert, the last four scenes of the-greatest-TV-series-ever Battlestar Galactica still makes me quake with fear. Don’t watch this unless you want the entire series completely and utterly ruined for you:
But until that fortune cookie came into my life, it had never occurred to me that I might be a robot! What if beneath this squishy exterior beats a metal thrumming, a wired brain waiting for the switch to turn me on and murder the Admiral NO SERIOUSLY! YOU. BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. RIGHT NOW.And so, a shift. A turning of a corner. A tinny, angular, 90-degree corner. A newfound love and respect for robots. Not necessarily the humanoid ones – get back, Terminator! – but your classic, aluminum retro bots get a by for now. Love them yourself, if you dare: