History is shaped by our hands.

I've been listening to a lot of "Flight of the Conchords" recently and one of my favorite songs of theirs is "Robots".  It's a musical narrative about the distant future (the year 2000) and how the robots have killed all human life and have taken over the earth.  And they killed all the elephants, too, but that's a separate matter.

I assume that if there ever were to be a robotic uprising, there would be resistance fighting, much like in the world of the Terminator series.  I can't pictures humans just being eradicated without a fight.  Even in the FotC version where the humans are killed with poisonous gasses (they poisoned our asses), I believe there would either be some immunities or numerous pockets of people that are not hit by the initial and follow-up deployments of the gases that have traces of lead.  There would be survivors and they would fight for freedom from the new robotic overlords.

I would not be one of these people.  This has nothing to do with pacifism or my inability to win a fight against anyone, including a toddler.  This would be a conscious decision on my part to do whatever the robots wanted, including dying, because robots are fucking cool.

I would happily do anything the robots wanted me to do.  I would bend over and get anally violated by the robots if that's what they wanted me for.  I would smile, grab my ankles, and scream, "Give it to me, Robo-lover!  I'm a bad, bad human!"

Not fighting for the survival of the human race?  I really am a bad human.