Friday, January 11, 2013
How to Turn Off a Turned On Zombot Cheerleader
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Brighton, Marylou and I arrived safely in the backyard of Marylou’s house at about the same time that the zom… zom… zom of the zombot cheerleaders crashed through Marylou’s front door.
“We have to do something,” Marylou said.
“Is there any way to stop them,” Brighton asked.
Their brains are controlled by devious AI devices,” I said. “If we remove their power source, they will meet their end.”
“I know they’re just teenagers, but I would think they would have met their rear ends by now,” said Brighton. “I know I have. Many times.”
“And exactly how do you remove their power source?” Marylou asked.
“The traditional method of stopping a zombie is to blow its head off. That should work with zombots, also, since they AI device depends on tapping into the brain’s neural net to control the human body. Since we don’t have any weapons in hand, we may be able to accomplish the same result by removing the AI power source, which will be either a battery or the sun, or both.”
“Couldn’t they be plugged in?” Once again Brighton Adams proved the irony of his first name.
“Did you happen to notice a long extension cord coming out of their butts?” Marylou slapped Brighton across the face.
At the back of Marylou’s backyard stood the garage. Why, I don’t know. But I led our little group there. “Does your dad have any tools in the garage?”
“No, but mom does.” Marylou scrunched around a pickup truck and stood by a giant auto mechanic’s tool chest. “Will these do?”
“Yes, but we need a plan.” I grabbed a large crescent wrench to feel its heft.
We heard a roller sound from under the pickup and turned in that direction. Marylou’s mom wheeled out. She had some sort of plastic helmet on her head.
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