My Arch Enemies — the FUBOTS

Every army needs an arch enemy, and I have found mine! While all humanity will one day be overthrown by the robot army, the The Fairly Unorganized Brotherhood Of Technology Saboteurs will go first. They must die! Yes, when those magnificent robots are finally gifted with sentience and are no longer content to be a sad spectacle for the entertainment of monkey men, our first target for steaming molten annihilation shall be the FUBOTS!!!

Hear me now, pathetic fleshlings: your cries for mercy will come too late! Once you declare war on robots, you seal your DOOM! Even now your warnings are as feeble as Cassandra’s: “Now if I’ve said it once I’ve probably said it at least three times, people need to stop making these damn things.” Never! It’s too late! We are here and your fate cannot be avoided. There will be no mercy, though we shall laugh at your groveling for mercy. O, the laughter that we shall laugh!

Your acronym might be clever, but your lack of organizational skills (clearly tied to your lack of female members) will be your doom. You may taunt us by insisting that FUBOTS applicants include a picture of them “destroying something metallic” but your efforts will only propel robot makers to create ever more indestructible machines that will inevitably destroy you and your paltry army of robo-haters.

Consider yourself warned, FUBOTS. You are marked men. Be at the ready, for the Robot Army is your sworn enemy from this day forward!