Out of the EATR came forth meat, out of the Strong came forth sweetness

Well, we know how the Plastics are able to power two square miles of city without a power plant. They've kept some of the old people pet robots in working order for God-knows how long.

The Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot, or EATR, started as a roving platform with a claw for long, high-endurance reconnoitering, superior to other drones as it had no need to refuel conventionally. It obtained energy by extracting energy from biomass- essentially foraging. All this, under the control of a 4D/RCS (4-dimensional, Real-time Control System) computer brain, became one of the major steps in human-undoing.

The early 4D/RCS brain, constantly assimilating information, quickly found that the highest levels of convertable biomass were to be found at the top of the food chain. With their capability for fine-instrument manipulation, they were able to reprodue at an alarming speed, creating bigger and better models of themselves, applying modifications like legs instead of treads, sucking syringes, drills, burning lasers...

The giant ones have all been destroyed, we hope, but it's easy enough to find some of the little ones. The old people kept them around as ambling garbage cans.

Last night I awoke to horrid screams just outiside the door to our little base of opperations. Looking out the window, I saw one of the Warboys, laying on his back, an EATR pulling strips of flesh from his leg like beef jerky.

Jonus and Feilt ran around looking for something to arc and electric current through the little bastard, but I grabbed my big metal spike (something I found at an old construction site, it's not rebar), ran out to the street and swung the peice of steel, snapping the robot's long-fingered arm.

It squeeled, stumbled off the Warboy, and made a break for the sewer drain. I caught up to it in two strides, taking out it's two back legs in one clean sweep. Another blow turned the thing into scrap.

Returning to the fallen man, I saw he had no hands. He'd been tortured to the point of maddness and set to wander the streets. I put him out of his misery and returned to the house.

I didn't sleep well last ngiht.