Dronetastic.
Wait a minute. Here they come again! Everybody DOWN! Damn it. Okay, that was just a pizza delivery to the neighbors. You can all stand up again.
Oh, hi. Kind of caught us at a bad time, actually. We are in the midst of a coordinated drone attack. No, not the military kind they use overseas. These are domestic drones of the kind you can buy at the corner store. As you may have heard, there are now hundreds of thousands of these suckers. The skies are black with them. One flock covers three whole states, and when they move ... oh, it's like THUNDER! (No, wait ... that was the buffalo, as described by a space archeologist on Star Trek. Sorry.)
Now, when I say "attack", I don't exactly mean they are targeting us. It's just that there are so freaking many of these things, it starts to feel like an assault after a while. The pizza delivery joint down the street is using one. So is the florist. And last week our nasty neighbors bought one for their fourteen year old, and the first thing the little sucker did with it was drop a water balloon on the man-sized tuber. (Actually, he rather likes that in as much a there hasn't been a lot of rain lately ... but that's not the point!)
The ones that really annoy me are those mosquito-sized drones. I don't even know how they manage to engineer a flying machine that tiny. Where do they find bicycle parts small enough to make that thing fly? They somehow even designed them so that they can replicate themselves by dropping little developmental nodules into standing water, which later hatch and .... hey ... or maybe those are just mosquitoes. Okay, um ... forget that last bit.
I should put out notice to our neighbors that their new-found obsession with drone technology is a bit like whacking a hornet's nest with a stick. They need to be reminded that we have a mad scientist in residence by the name of Mitch Macaphee. He hasn't taken much notice of the flying machines thus far, buried as he is in his laboratory. But I think it's just a matter of time, frankly. And yes, he is the designer of Marvin (my personal robot assistant), but don't let that fool you. Not all of his inventions are non-threatening lumps of useless technology. (Sorry, Marvin.)
Oh, hi. Kind of caught us at a bad time, actually. We are in the midst of a coordinated drone attack. No, not the military kind they use overseas. These are domestic drones of the kind you can buy at the corner store. As you may have heard, there are now hundreds of thousands of these suckers. The skies are black with them. One flock covers three whole states, and when they move ... oh, it's like THUNDER! (No, wait ... that was the buffalo, as described by a space archeologist on Star Trek. Sorry.)
Now, when I say "attack", I don't exactly mean they are targeting us. It's just that there are so freaking many of these things, it starts to feel like an assault after a while. The pizza delivery joint down the street is using one. So is the florist. And last week our nasty neighbors bought one for their fourteen year old, and the first thing the little sucker did with it was drop a water balloon on the man-sized tuber. (Actually, he rather likes that in as much a there hasn't been a lot of rain lately ... but that's not the point!)
The ones that really annoy me are those mosquito-sized drones. I don't even know how they manage to engineer a flying machine that tiny. Where do they find bicycle parts small enough to make that thing fly? They somehow even designed them so that they can replicate themselves by dropping little developmental nodules into standing water, which later hatch and .... hey ... or maybe those are just mosquitoes. Okay, um ... forget that last bit.
I should put out notice to our neighbors that their new-found obsession with drone technology is a bit like whacking a hornet's nest with a stick. They need to be reminded that we have a mad scientist in residence by the name of Mitch Macaphee. He hasn't taken much notice of the flying machines thus far, buried as he is in his laboratory. But I think it's just a matter of time, frankly. And yes, he is the designer of Marvin (my personal robot assistant), but don't let that fool you. Not all of his inventions are non-threatening lumps of useless technology. (Sorry, Marvin.)
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