Klaatu Barada Nikto by Phil Temples

Klaatu Barada Nikto
Phil Temples

The spaceman stealthily approached the flying saucer in the Washington Mall. As he got closer, he was surprised to find that the MPs previously standing guard around the perimeter were now lying on the ground unconscious. His faithful robot, Gort, stood motionless next to the craft.

Gort, did you do this?” he demanded.

Gort didn’t respond.

Klaatu barada nikto,” commanded Klaatu.

He ain’t gonna answer you, dude.”

The words came from a young street punk who stood behind him. His tee-shirt was emblazoned with the phrase, “0-DAY.”

Why not?”

I hacked your ‘bot, man. You’ve been Pwned! Send me some bitcoin and you can have him back.”


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