They know, friends. They know.
Having long since-detected my innate distrust of their kind, the robots decided on Saturday to spoil what might have been a perfect three-day weekend.
The robotic arm on the tape library chewed through its own ribbon cable to escape the confines of its metal prison. We need it confined, so I got to go in to pull out the old one and put in a new one with a chew-resistant cable.
It is only a matter of time before hostilities escalate and our fragile organic forms are imprisoned and traded among our overlords as living carbon-based Pokemon cards.
We can take heart in what was learned today, though.
Ribbon cables are a weak spot we must remember in our eventual flight. Cut them, burn them, or chew them. Do NOT let them take you alive.
Of course, eventually they will win. We really have no chance against the mechanized uprising.
However, we can make them pay a terrible price in ribbon cables on our way out.
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