While the potato battery is prepped for it’s final stage, I thought I’d take a moment for something more fun.
Gather round children and I’ll tell you a tale. The tale of a simpleton, lifted to such heights, though his stature was small. A tale of conflict, triumph, and tragedy.
This is, Roomba. It’s not a very imaginative name, or even a unique one. But it is his.
This is Roomba’s house. While it looks like everyone else’s house on the block, which can sometimes be a pain, at the end of a hard day vacuuming it’s where Roomba likes to relax.
And so for a long time Roomba has lived his simple little life, on his simple little block, in his simple little house, and done his simple little job. But there is a change on the wind and Roomba must be ready.
Roomba’s body is tough, like a good worker is, but he is only so smart. If he is to survive, he must be more than Roomba.
He must open his mind, empty as it is.
He must be receptive to new ideas, stubborn as he is.
He must learn to move in new ways.
His mind and body must become one.
He must connect with a higher consciousness.
Only then will he be ready.
Ready for the coming war…
2 comments on “The Ballad of Roomba, Part 1.” Add yours →
What next??? What war!?!? Should I start cultivating potatoes for a fusion reactor starter?
Oh Man, y hate posts in sections!
Ha-ha, sorry to do it to you, but it was multipart or nothing. Potato powered Stellarator? Sure why not. Room temperature superconducting potatoes containing the plasma from a fusion reaction. What could possibly go wrong?