5 June 2012
Fritz the fox adroitly dodged and weaved his way through the forest away from his pursuers; how distressing, he thought, that fox hunting was still practiced in some parts of the earth in the 21st century! In the past, Fritz would have eluded his hunters all day and often did; he was no longer as young as he once was, however, and tired of the chase today.
--Ah well, this would end soon enough, thought the fox, who had prepared a special reception for just such an occasion. When within range, he deployed a small remote device, which caused a hidden section of the countryside to erupt skywards. From within a cavity thus revealed emerged a large, robotic creature, somewhat wolf-like in appearance. The fox depressed a second button on the remote to activate a defend and repel function, and sat down to observe, confident that the robot's third generation artificial intelligence would handle matters from there.
The twelve foot tall metallic predator moved swiftly and with deadly intent among the hunters, snatching them from horses and flinging them like rag dolls into the air. As the slaughter continued, Fritz paged through a weathered and worn journal from which he had drawn the plans and specifications for the robotic warrior, marveling at how remarkably advanced the visionaries had been who had conceived of it in the Fatherland over half a century ago. Had an army of these creations been assembled as per the original intent, no force on earth could have stood against them.
Fritz the fox had resorted to forbidden research from Nazi super science, you see, for occasions such as this one when regular super science was just not evil enough...
Legacy • Opuss № I