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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Like cockroaches, they are.

Imagine a time in which Earth is only remembered in old wives tales, and is the subject of myths, and the giver of hope. Human beings have been scattered over a total of twelve distant planets, or colonies. Until one eventful day, when playing God backfires.

Mankind's weakest hour.

Imagine a universe in which us human beings are being hunted down by an artificial intelligence we created ourselves. The entire human race has been wiped out, except for a space fleet of approximately 50 ships strong, clustered around one heavily armed Battlestar named Galactica.

Mankind's last hope.

Imagine, twenty centuries from now, the last remnants of the human race, the final 50.000 survivors, will be fighting for their lives, and our future. The future of mankind depends upon these brave souls, as they battle against the artificial creatures they themselves gave life to.

Mankind's final stand.

Are you imagining this? Are you, really?

Oh, and one last thing - they'll be doing it while sitting on Ikea swivel chairs.

How do you know it's Ikea?
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This is how

Imagine that. Those darn Swedes just won't go away, will they?

Cheers

4 Comments:

Blogger Pep said...

HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Excellent stuff!

The chair I mean, not this boring post.

:)

1:17 am  
Blogger Martin said...

I find that chairs in general have a remarkably high comedic value.

Something to do with being sat on day in, day out, no doubt.

Cheers

1:24 am  
Blogger Silence said...

I'm fairly certain that Ikea supplied the 50 ships.

2:04 pm  
Blogger P'nut said...

How on earth did you... that's some seriously excellent observationism, dude.

3:56 am  

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