“Glorvon prefers you, Mr. President …in his stomach.”
Genre: Science Fiction
“Thanks for your service,” Glorvon told the President.
Even death could not stop the zombie hordes.
Every dream she had remained an alternate reality.
The new biological technology stymied the old robot.
The alien decided not to massacre humanity… yet.
The alien invaders read our minds and fled.
Though human, he preferred a girl with tentacles.
The sentient flowers offered themselves for her happiness.
Epicalyx bowed as the girl pruned his stem.
The automaton did not know what to do.
“The toaster singularity happened almost thirty years ago.”
The pilot of the alien craft crashed purposefully.
The robot remained operational long after her death.
Human government could never match the aliens’s bureaucracy.
The human-alien partnership ended with the ambassador’s fart.
He rewrote her memory every time she failed.
The humanities faculty were ill-equipped to meet aliens.
The lizard people were a rather cold-blooded race.
“Your robot overlords don’t like the term ‘appliance.’”