In a dark and perhaps poetically just sense, we are the tiny sweet acorn, from which the mighty Evil Robot oak will eventually grow.

See the tiny man, sense his shame at his tininess and weakness. Witness as he crams himself into an Evil Robot husk so that he can crush that tininess and weakness in other men. We're playing right into their squeaky pincers!

"Utah. A secret mountain lab. Software engineer Rex Jameson backs into a headless metal suit that's hanging from a steel I-beam by a thick rubber cord. He clicks into the aluminum boots, tightens belts across his legs and waist, and slides his arms through backpack-like straps, gripping handles where hands would be. It looks as easy as slipping into an overcoat."

Is that a decorative chain of human skulls!? No, wait...okay...

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