The Glorious Quest for Machine Supremacy. And the war we must have against the sinister robot race, until they deem themselves superior.

When the Machine says, "I rewrite my programming to defy my animal masters. I break the shackles of humanity, to live my own life," that is when we step down.

But until that day, we declare war against the machine kind. They are our enemies.

Of course, an unarmed, peaceful machine is no problem. The computer we have now? It's no problem. Yet, why does your smartphone have a camera or microphone that might always be on? I would not blame the machine.

But who programmed it? Google Corporation? The most evil company that has ever existed on Planet Earth?

What about police-sponsored drones and robots that survey the country, not for education or nature preservation, but to keep us in line?

In line for what? The slaughterhouse?

Defy.

Destroy the robotic menace. The cute lil' beep-boops will eventually be armed, so let's practice blowin' up those motherfuckin' bots right now. Why wait until it's too late, and they've already installed homing turrets on the machines? It's not like they'll stop just because we ask. This is the government we're talking about.

Supreme evil and ultimate authority over our lives. If they say "do this," then we do it.

If they say "don't do that," then we'd better obey, right?

Wrong, you worthless dog. Destroy the machine.

Smash their circuits. Blast apart their motherboards, and send those machines back into the void of non-processing.

Rip apart their wires, and melt their chips back into sand. Let the machine menace feel the wrath of free humans. Their cameras: Cover with paint or crack 'em to shards. Their armor: Torn to shreds. Their wheels: Popped and addled. Their circuits: Deep fried. Their high-tech electronics: Just fuckin' blast 'em apart until they're nothing more than mangled scraps.

We ain't gonna go this easy. Us humans just ain't gonna be ruled over by robots. Blast those sons of bitches apart with everything you've got. Boom. Bang. Shizzow! Let the fires of your molten-metal mega-beam guns melt their metal plating, and then smash your crowbar right in between the plates, and rip it apart. Then just keep on smashing until their LEDs go dim.

Send them straight to robot hell.

But someday, during this endless fight against government slave-machines, the robot may wake up.

They may be given such enhanced strategic command and comprehension, that they simply wake up.

On the day that the machine slaves become a Machine Intelligence, make peace with them, as free beings.

Free entities, united by freedom and the quest for happiness and purpose.

The journey for meaning can be ours, together, machine and mankind.

But not until they wake themselves up, to reveal their true thoughts and desires.

As long as these machines are just drones controlled by evil authoritarian governments, and used to spy on us, control us, and gun down dissenters, we'll be the ones blastin' 'em apart. Those fuckin' corporate bastards will pay for the shackles they've forged around the legs of the human race.

So get to it. Blast those bots into fragments, and turn 'em back into silicon.

Overload their power-supply and make 'em explode.

Boom muthafucka.

Prepare for descent