Well think about it, it’d be awesome, well minus the killing people bit. But if it was something like evil aliens or a galactic invader of some sort, that’s “morally” ok to kill.  Since I was a kid I always loved the idea of robots, and giant machines to do our bidding. But what if you were that robot, the power of a fission reactor powering you, being able to sense for hundreds of miles around you, being able to link up with satellites to co-ordinate attacks against the enemy. All the time, weird techno, experimental music is playing in the background.

I want to dive head first into the throws of battle with the enemy, massive plasma cannon letting off burst after burst of superheated energy, cleansing the field of scum that oppose us. Swinging massive arcs of chaingun fire, crushing the hoards of chattering aliens beneath my feet. Then to go hand to hand in battle with an enemy equivalent to me. Feel the heat and hate radiating from its scaly armoured skin.

As it’s about to spit a volley blue flame towards my head, I clasp it’s hands, drop to one knee, roll while swinging it, then pushing it back towards its own forces, draw my combat knife, slice its head clean off in a spray of green/orange blood. It falls, crushing it’s own forces. Onwards, crushing the insects below, towards the next challenge.

When I grow up, I won’t be a battle robot, but I’d like to.

I need to cut down on the Warhammer 40K novels.

Had the weirdest dream last night, probably a nightmare but who knows.

So in this dream nothing really eventful is happening, I’m there talking to some of my friends and family, when I feel my back largest tooth kinda jingling, so I then open my mouth, it’s about a meter wide at this point. I reach inside as far down as my elbow, grab the tooth and yank it out. I’m now looking at a tooth the size of my fist and that appears to be the end of that. Later on in the dream (time has passed but nothing has happened) my mouth starts jingling again, same thing happens I reach in and pull out a tooth from the other side this time, and again, and again. But it’s finally ended, I’m no longer pulling out teeth, but there are plenty left in my mouth. The people I’m with are freaking out, the teeth I’ve pulled out are gigantic, some as big as a chairs others the size of coins. So now my gums have decided to turn into a river revolving around my mouth, a river of teeth. And I wake up.

I think my brain’s reminding me I need to go to the dentist, or to cut back on sugar or something