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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Sorta Giant Robots



The Venusian invaders hoped to conquer Earth, but their politicians utterly slashed their space exploration budget. Only two probes were launched in the entirity of their preplanning for the invasion, and even those were impact probes and single shot landers. By remarkable coincidence, both probes landed at mini-golf courses, and with the grainy low res images that came back, they assumed that Earthlings were tiny, no taller than six inches, based on the size of the doors on the windmills that seemed to proliferate the planet's surface (also an indicator of low technological advancement).

They built giant robots twenty feet tall, which they were certain would be utterly unstoppable to these renaissance era liliputians. After months in transit, the killer robots finally landed on the earth at their target landing sites. They climbed from the metal capsules and began to spread total havok across the tiny villages they encountered, at least until the first humans showed up. Sure, the giants were still taller than them, but it only took three of them to topple the mechanical monstrosities and their inch thick armor, a scale foot thick to the their anticipated tiny enemies, turned out to be only mildy inconvenient when punched by the armor piercing rounds of a taller populace.

In the end, the robots were content to trash three mini-golf courses before returning home, the Venusians refusing to call the mission a total wash.


- Originally mailed to J. Lawrence of Roseland, New South Wales, Australia

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