Terry’s computer buzzed with a notification to video chat. A window labeled “KURT” popped up, with a man in a baseball cap residing therein.
“S’up, Terry?” asked the digital reproduction of Kurt’s voice.
“Nothing much.” Terry answered. “What’s going on?”
“I’m getting a group together to go to that robot theme park that opened up last year. If I get like ten people, we get a discounted rate.”
“Robots? Like Gort and Johnny 5?”
“What?”
“You know, like Wall-e or Chappie?”
“…”
“Like Optimus Prime and the Transformers?”
“Oh!” the digital representation of Kurt replied. “Naw, man. These robots look like people.”
“What’s fun about that?” Terry asked, disappointed in the lack of Chappie. “I see people every day.”
“Well, like you go to this park and you can play games with the robots.”
“I can do that with my friends.”
“But you can decide how good they are at the games and make it so you always win.”
“What’s fun about that?” Terry wondered aloud.
“Well, you can also like fight them.”
“Why? Are they bad robots?”
“Well, I mean, you can shoot them and stuff.”
“Why would I want to shoot a robot? And wouldn’t that damage the robots? What’s the business model here?”
“Well, listen man. You can do whatever you want with the robots, and it’s all legal.”
“So?”
“You can fuck ‘em if ya want.”
“Ew.”
“You’re not understanding the appeal of this,” the digital Kurt proclaimed.
“Well, do they turn into cars or anything?”