Henry sat alone in the little coffee shop, smoking his cigarette, sipping his coffee and listening to the thoughts of the people around him.
“Breaking news, the day we’ve all feared has arrived. It appears as though a new wave of robots has appeared; although no incoming warp signature was detected, their fleet has been spotted on the outer-rim moving towards galactic space. The Counsel is putting out a full recall of all cybernetic soldiers on active duty. Ladies, gentlemen, cyborgs, it is my regrettable responsibility to announce that we are once again in a state of war.”
“She was going to cut off your penis and keep it as a pet.”
“Hours? I don’t know how you do it man-eater.”