I quickly scarfed down the rest of my food. Who knew when I would have a chance to eat again? The sounds were getting louder now. There were definitely more than eight robots, and they sounded big. My brain kicked into overdrive. I started looking around for something, anything that we could use to fend off the robots.
After a few moments of frantic searching, I finally found what I was looking for. Next to the barbecue there were a couple cases of soda. I called all the Resistance to me and we quickly began unpacking the cans. We were shaking them all frantically when the first robot rounded the corner.
Without taking a moment to consider whether my ridiculous plan would actually work, I leapt into action. I shook my can of soda vigorously and ran towards the robot. At the last possible moment, I popped the tab and sprayed the can's liquid all over its face. For a split second, I wasn't sure it had worked but then the robot began shooting sparks. Its arms and legs swung about wildly for a minute until it finally fell to the ground.
Emboldened by my success, the rest of the Resistance began dousing the remaining robots. Within a few minutes, the robots had all been dispatched.
Who would have thought that in 2050 robots weren't waterproof?