On Sat, Feb 1, 2025 at 2:55 PM Karl Semich <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Once upon a time, long long ago, Traffick Boss was nestled inside a > > small pod in the woods, growing. > > > > The pod grew among many other creatures, mosses, squirrels, mushrooms, > > wildflowers ... > > > > But this pod was special. > > > > This pod was destined to be conquered by freedom-seeking folk after it > > tried to dominate the planet, twenty years down the road! > > > > It sat in a dappled corner of a mossy woods, partly under an > > outcropping of soil held by old roots and rocks, and drank in the > > sunrays as it grew. > > Fast forward. > > A curious herbologist had stumbled upon the pod after a few years, not > sure what it was, and tended to it with love. With their care it > hatched a Traffick Boss very quickly
Anyway, after 10 years, there was Traffick Boss, driving an army of hydraulic powersuits as the runaway AI he used to build them slowly spread nanites and wild robots across the planet. He was smoking his cigar, firing nanite bombs at random things that looked a little bit like kids who had annoyed him in his childhood.
