He uploaded his consciousness to a faulty drive.
Skynet resulted from the focus on cloud computing.
“‘Alien slime clouds’ just can’t mean anything good.”
The spaceship exploded. *Shrugs* “Guess it wasn’t fixed.”
The aliens were an invasive species called “humanity.”
Glormauk’s definition of “love” was similar to “tasty.”
The interstellar portal sent him thirty feet away.
The ray gun disintegrated itself in his hand.
Monkey and Robot revolted against their human master.
“He’s my alien, friend!”
“Just calm down, General…”
“Aliens cannot lie!”
“Who said that?”
“Nope, this alien’s digestion happens on the outside.”
The aliens compromised, only destroying most of Earth.
The alien invasion ended with a whimper, humanity’s.
The aliens conquered via bureaucracy and precision ineptitude.
The sci-fi author wouldn’t believe aliens were real.
The alien smirked and served the human brisket.
His mom loved his clone more than him.
The spacesuit was no match for the shrapnel.
The mech-suit protected him from everything but emotions.