You know, after the robots do rise up and kill us all, then what? I mean, treading on our bleached skulls will get old after a while… I like to think they’ll eventually turn to each other and try to strike up conversations. What I didn’t imagine is that they’d sound like some third rate Beckett existentialist knockoff…
(via BoingBoing)
Third rate Beckett, you say? That’s surely at least a second-rate Beckettian conversation, edging nearly up to 1.5 rate, if you ask me.
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