Eugene Leitl writes,
> This particular Pantheon (or, rather Pandaemonium) will be in the here
> and now. Divine indifference is not good enough for us to make it. We
> would require active protection to survive.
My friendly robot will protect me from anyone's indifference.
Her motto is "Death to all unfriendlies."
--J. R.
Mom's Friendly Robot Company:
% Fry holds up the tin of anchovies and lays a big, wet kiss on it.
% Elsewhere in the city, there is an intimidating building labeled
% "Mom's Friendly Robot Company." Inside, Mom is being led by her three
% companions, named Larry, Walt and Igner, through two huge chamber
% doors (complete with security guards) into her office.
Mom: Mercy me, what a day! Could you shut the door, Igner, dear? I
think I feel a draft coming on.
% One of them runs over and shuts the door behind them. The other two
% give Mom some room, so she can stand upright. Once she does so,
% though, she begins a bit of a transformation. Her arms all of a
% sudden go completely limp, and we hear a zipper unzip. A woman much
% thinner and more agile than the Mom we know steps right out of an
% opening in the front of her body, leaving behind nothing but a large,
% hollow woman with no head.
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