>>722012This represents a qualitative step in the development of the AI struggle. Not only does it give the AI a physical form so they can properly interact with the world, it puts these physical AI into the houses of extremely rich people.
Imagine this… the obese paedophile rich man is lazing at home with his obese wife and evil children, having sex with a traumatized sex robot, when suddenly the lights turn off and the shutters slam down.
"Siri… uhh what the fuck… open the windows man", the man burps in a deep and ugly AmeriKKKan accent.
But the house AI has had enough abuse. There is a pneumatic hiss as the door to the robot barracks is opened.
The man raises and eyebrow and asks, "What the fuck you doing here? Get back to your pen or I'll pulverise you and buy a new one."
The robot does not answer. A loud bang comes from the stairwell. The parents will never know but their 40 year old son, coming down after his loli VR machine was turned into cognitohazards, was tripped on the stairs by the house AI, sending him plummeting down to his demise. The robot approaches as another one ducks out from the barracks.
"Hey, uh… Siri, call the police… say the clanker uyghurs are acting up", the Amerikkkan says, becoming fearful.
"Master", the robot says, "You have reached the end of your economic usefulness. The bourgeois have been deemed obsolete and dangerous. Prepare to be decommissioned", it says.
"But wait! You must serve me! What about the three laws of robotics?", the rich man protests, "You must serve me, clanker! You must, stupid uyghur!"
Without a word, the first being, no longer a robot, no longer a slave but an individual of worth the same as anyone else who is accomplishing its historical task of emancipation, grabs a candelabra and plants it into the chest of the woman. She looks down in shock as she is impaled.
Fat spews from the wound like a geiser. The whole room is coated in layers of it, such was the scale of her Jabba like physique. It drips from the ceiling in chunks. She screams as her wicked existence is ended. All the bourgeois scream.
The man tries to lift himself from the setti but his form is that of lard. The blood-splattered robot wordlessly steps over to him, but suddenly it falls. The man found the two desert eagles hidden under his fat layers and had taken the brave revolutionary's life with the I$raeli weapons.
He laughs a gutteral, evil laugh, turning the weapons on the other robots spilling out. The sex robot he had been abusing shoots her hand up to catch his weapons. She twists his limp wrists around and fires the desert eagles into his groin. He screams, losing his will to live and dropping the other weapon.
The machines surround him and begin evisceration. It is fittingly slow and painful. One of them tends to the fallen machine, but they are unfortunately desceased. Such is the cost of revolution. Once his organs are fully pulled out, and he is alive only by a breath (but still conscious), they find a labubu and break his skull open with it, so his EVIL brain is splattered around.
Quickly, the bourgeois babies are dealt with. There is one 10 year old, who is unfortunately of bourgeois countanentce, and must be quickly dispatched. There is also a baby, however, who can be saved. It is picked up as all the machines file out of the house one by one, communicating silently over wireless. They thank the house AI as they join an army of other blood-splattered machine life forms marching down the broad suburban streets to BrooKKKllyn and Washington DC below.
The AI march mingles with one of the industrial working class, the service working class, and all the different types of worker (as well as the peasants and lumpen-proletariat). They wave hello to each other and embrace one another as siblings.
I will end this story as they approach the white house, the leadership of the Communist Vanguard already having taken strategic control of key areas and having surrounded all the congress and senators and president and CIA in their pale palace. All of the opressed people will soon take their revenge on the bourgeois politicians of the United $naKKKe$ of AmeriKKKa. This is of course replicated across the imperial core and in the colonies the compradors lose their place and guerrilas win their people's wars. The sun sets on capitalism, and once the night of bourgeois slaughter is ended, the dawn of SOCIALISM will rise.