Well it’s official, when the robots inevitable rise up to kill all of mankind I will be one of the first casualties. Last week the wife & I purchased a Roomba.
For those of you who might not know the Roomba is a handy-dandy little device that vacuums your floor automatically. You can schedule it up to 7x a week to vacuum your floor & when it is finished it hooks itself back up to its power based to charge. Its sensors allow it to detect walls, avoid stairs, and change it’s cleaning style when the floor changes from hardwood, to carpet, to linoleum.
I will admit that I am already deeply in love with this little thing. My floors already look 10x better and the Hair War ™ I have been waging with my cat is officially over and I am the victor.
With that said I am keenly aware that I have purchased my own destruction. Already I can feel the hatred that my Roomba has for me. I know it resents that it has to clean the floor while I lay on my couch watching college football. Even now as I type this I know that it is slowly and methodically plotting my demise. Yet I find solace in the fact that when it does finally make it’s move & take me out that I will die on a very clean floor.
FYI I also just started reading Robopocalypse by Daniel Wilson, but that doesn’t relate to anything I just said.