Chapter 32
Yeah, this is not so good. We all instinctively go back-to-back as the robots come marching out, most of them humanoid-ish, making it possible for them to move pretty smoothly in ranks, like old Napoleonic soldiers in some close-up game of Risk. A few others were built something like centaurs, filling in the cavalry role, I guess, but they had big, scary claws instead of hooves, and heads sort of like how I imagined dragons would look like.
Heh, “Imagine Dragons”: a cool nerdcore band from back in Earth’s late classical period. They were huge around a century or three before we Humans started our big long stupid money-pissing contest with the PGR.
Focus, Mac, focus!
Before I can finish getting my game head back together, we’re surrounded on all sides in a tight c
