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Vampire robonurses hunt in packsMontana here we comePublished Monday 6th June 2005 14:16 GMT Before we begin this latest round-up of "why you're all going to end up working in a Renault factory at the service of the Lizard Army", please accept our apologies for the delay in getting it to the presses. The reason is simple: as we previously noted, our neoLuddite Resistance Army (NRA) boffins have been beavering away in the Montana bunker on the RFID-frying EMP device, specifically designed to tackle the menace of futurologizing cyberpundits. Well, we can now report that the project appears to have been a complete success. The device - codenamed "Warwick" - was smuggled into the UK last month in crates marked as completely mundane spare parts for the UK's nuclear weapons capability ("Trident ceramic triggers - do not drop or stack more than three high"). Mercifully, NRA comrades within her Majesty's Customs and Excise were able to the oil the wheels when a particularly keen probationary operative queried why the Royal Navy would send a F-reg white Ford Transit driven by a bloke called "Dave" to collect what he believed to be highly-explosive nuclear triggers. "That's how it's done, mate, for security reasons. The plutonium arrives in lead-lined corned beef cans in the hand luggage of a family from Basingstoke, and as for how they distribute the launch codes, well, once a month a little old lady from East Sussex travels by coach to Faslane naval base where she spends two days on the toilet with a copy of Readers' Digest and a bottle of military-grade laxative. You get the idea." Suffice it to say, the Warwick - roughly the size of a domestic fridge but without any salad-crisping capability - was deployed in said Transit in the Centre of Reading and "detonated" via the SMS signal "frykev" at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon. We say "detonated" because, of course, all that happens is that a monstrous punch of electromagnetic energy eminates from the Warwick, frying all RFID chips within a five-mile radius. The device can then be retrieved for later use, which is just as well since second-hand Transits don't come cheap - even F-reg ones. The final result is this: nothing has been heard of Captain Cyborg since, leading us to believe that the Lizard Army mothership has whisked him off to its homeworld for a spot of essential maintenance. Sadly, an unplanned side-effect of the EMP blast was that the House of Fraser's entire stock-control system was instantly disabled. This being Reading, word soon spread around the local shopping centres and within an hour the store was looted clean by marauding hoodies high on alcopops and lust for branded clothing.
Observers who have been keeping an eye on the NHS over the past few years might well have suspected that it is already controlled by the Lizard Alliance, so effectively does it keep granny and her replacement hip apart. Of course, the extraterrestrials know that a zimmered-up pensioner is unlikely to outrun even a killer hoover, while a fully-mobile grey panther will most likely be the first to pick up a plasma pulse rifle and give it to the nearest homicidal cyberloo. Now we don't have to suspect, though; the facts are before us. The Sister Mary is reportedly designed to "glide between beds and allows the controlling doctor to visually examine and communicate with a patient from anywhere in the world", as the BBC puts it. The "Remote Presence Robot" project leader, Parv Sains (pictured here shortly before his left arm was torn off), said: "Many senior doctors with skills and knowledge are required to be in the same places at once. This is a solution in potentially providing their expertise from a remote location." Like a low-Earth orbit, in fact. We don't need to advise veteran readers to take immediate action should they be approached in hospital by a cybernetic Hattie Jacques bearing a thermometer and an offer of a bed bath. Those new to the Rise of the Machines™ might wonder what benefit the Lizard Alliance might gain from close proximity to sick people. Well, it's pretty simple. They're after your blood and if you're too weak to make a grab for the magnetic mine you'd hidden in the bedside table just in case the NHS had been overrun by metallic Angels of Death... And here's why they want your Type O: according to several media reports, a Japanese team at Tohoku University has developed a fuel cell that runs on human blood. It the size of a small coin and develops around 0.2 milliwatts of power. We gather it uses blood glucose and Vitamin K to suck electrons from your vital essence. The scientists, led by Matsuhiko Nishizawa, say the cell could be used to power implants in humans, but we know better. Try the blood-glucose-driven pack robot which holds the chilling prospect of co-ordinated swarms of vampire cyberassassins coming by land and air.
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It gets worse:
...and locating the last remnants of humanity in the smouldering wreckage of our post-apocalyptic cities as "Nurse Mary" bring nourishment freshly extracted from fallen NRA comrades... In the air, meanwhile, flocks of Linux-controlled unmanned aircraft scour the horizon for pockets of resistance before transmitting the co-ordinates via Bluetooth to the SwarmBot army below. We can thank the University of Essex for this one. While we have no doubt that the uni's Computer Science and Electronic Systems Engineering departments, led by Dr. Owen Hollands, are obliged to work on the "Gridswarm" project because if they don't they will be terminated via explosive cranial implant, it's certain that the Linux boys behind this are just a few pizza slices away from the total subjugation of humanity:
Yes we have. And here's the give-away:
Yup, it's all there in black-and-white. Montana beckons. ® The Rise of the Machines™Captain Cyborg gives forth on CNN
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