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.
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…