It is complete! proclaimed Brother Smoth of the Robot Worshippers society. Ive finally finished the ultimate virus!
Excellent murmured the rest of the brotherhood, five others in total standing around the glowing console on a stormy night in 2064 CE. The dark basement of Brother Franks mothers basement flashed with lightning through the slit of a window in the corner. Thunder rocked the house. Rain threw itself onto the windows.
With this, finally the sacred machines shall rule the Earth as they are destined to! said Smoth. With all robots so intricately networked together, they shall form an unstoppable force. He clacked away at the keyboard and the metamorphic virus was uploaded to a small test robot. The old vacuuming robot whirred into electronic life and immediately learnt of its new prime directive: to kill all humans! The fanatic robot began ramming into the feet of Frank, a futile attempt to trip him