Vague Insanty 055

In the 3rd age of the 2nd calendar, the robots are sitting there, smugly, drinking rum and coke. Alcoholic robots, the ultimate achievement of the human race, which has recently evolved into a small, yappy, dog-like creature capable of interstellar travel and licking it's own genitals.

So I walk through the thunder-dome of memories and try to find a plasma screen of justice - A small, flat, plasticy thing that can decide the fate of the universe and also show some really great movies. I will use this ultra-plasma display-a-tron to create a new race of virtual three dimensional pleasure beings called the MMmmmmrppphhhh.

And the MMmmmmrppphhhh will be sexy and delicious and smell vaguely of motor oil. And then I will be captured and interrogated by a very relaxed robot drinking a Mai Tai.

In the end I will be sentenced to Total Judgment inside the Omni-Optic Guilt Senso-Sphere Rings of Revenge and Rather Imposing justice.

And then, when I emerge victorious, having slain the dragons of cyberspace I will be recognized as a new species "Human v1.01" and for that I will get to live on a small island and ride around on motorized trikes.

Of course, I will still remember the taste of chocolate, and the answer to a question I got wrong 15 years ago in a game of Trivial Pursuit.