Who was that just now? Going on about frictional heat or some other such bullshit? You can’t place the voice. You don’t even recall…hearing one? The words simply seemed to register in your mind unbidden. That doesn’t exactly inspire trust, voice in your head! Attacking you and yours with robots doesn’t help either.
Every few years some MASTERMIND or another becomes convinced they’ve found the WAY OUT, and expects everyone else to just play along, damn the costs and consequences. Then Jane beats them up, and they are encouraged to direct their energies towards nobler pursuits, like MAGIC: THE GATHERING. It’s an efficient system, though not one you’ve had cause to invoke in quite some time. Fits of SWEEPING SALVATION or mere NAKED CONQUEST are symptomatic of the YOUNG, those unaccustomed and afraid of their newfound freedoms and feelings.
No new GAMES have appeared in almost four years. So whoever this is should very well know better than to DESPAWN your friends in the middle of game night over some short-lived delusions. Of all the times and all the bars they could have picked to launch their robot invasion-
Unless…