Entry 139: Don't Hug Me, Please
A few days ago, I had a dream about robots trying to hug me.
And exploding shortly afterwards.
I hoped into a bus, and we drove off. The roads were laid in ruin, cars on fire and barricades crumbling to rubble. A few survivors were fleeing in whatever car they could get into, anything that could outrun the robots.
We were scrambling to escape the large and desolated parking lot. Cars were piled in such a fashion that escaping was the wreckage was like making your way through a labyrinth. And to add to the uncertain peril of the situation was the robots.
They were simple in design, but their true purpose was much more complex and grim. Running on foot, they began to leap onto passing by cars, exploding on contact. To make matters worse, the bus I was in wasn't built to outrun them, nor outmaneuver them, but with great size meant we could ram though wreckages, and other cars.
Our fate was bleak, we could not escape the exploding robots that only wished to give us one last hug, one final embrace of comfort...