from my story collection STRUNK AND WHITE:

Robot Love

The human race would do better to fight off robots than other humans. Human life is sacred, because it is the one universal link that we all share. Robots on the other hand are like mechanical monkeys that need to be destroyed. Tis better to destroy the robot hoardes than our fellow man.

This is a thought that came to me while I was recovering from the flu, a disease unknown to robots. I had been in the Zungatoo region of Akron, Ohio when I decided that to help aid in the passage of time I would simply stare at the rocks surrounding this one lake. The rocks were mesmorizing, like robot eyes... the lake was cold and didn't help with my cough and intense lung rogie-age. But I decided then and there that anything as difficult as a robot, or should I say mechanical monkey, needs to be stopped at any cost. To hell with the cost.

Let's stop these robots. Whenever something bad happens, and the robots are behind it, I say we blame the robots, right out in the open. We have to end this constant fear of being vivescected by an angry robot, just because, he didn't like the way you cussed so much.
The Zungatoo was filled with wildlife. There were these small families of rabbits that you would see clinging to one another on the side of the cold road, when it was raining and all. And we had to just keep on driving, because ain't no taxi service coming out of Akron, Ohio gonna stop for no rabbits...

I was walking along the road with my friend Phil. The pavement was slick and black, and I could feel it dirtying my white dancing shoes. The whole reason we'd brought the Michael Jackson tapes was for the children of Zungatoo, however that plan had taken a horrible twist when we found out that the children would much prefer robot action figures...

The figures they wanted had protective goggles as well as rocket packs that would fire burning gasoline through a spray to the ground. To be entertained required one's own pair of protective goggles. Even worse was the fact that Phil had really had his heart set on helping these poor children discover the budded flower of disco.

He had written this complex dance movement that went along with the song “Rock My World.” It was Marlon Brando shit, gangster footwork. My job was to press play on the tape machine... Zungatoo got rocked by the king of pop.

We are talking about, after all, the man that invented the robot.