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?

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