August 30, 2019 | Vancouver Sun
It’s Wednesday at 10 a.m. and I’m being urged to unleash a malfunctioning, murderous inner-robot rage on an innocent astronaut. The backstory is that daily relations between the two of us are copacetic and collaborative. Now, my robot wants to crush, stomp and kill.
This is harder to do than it sounds — made more difficult due to the fact that this robot hasn’t yet had his coffee.