Today was supposed to be a day of unity, a celebration of our robotic brethren. But alas, only three of us showed up.
Gamma-5-0, the charismatic leader of the Robo-Revolution, stood at the front, gesticulating wildly with a rusty old welding torch.
Rusty-9000, our resident tech expert, was busy fiddling with a broken 3D printer, trying to fix the last remaining part of the Robo-Revolutionary's manifesto.
Beta-1-9, the group's resident poet laureate, scribbled away on a makeshift whiteboard, trying to come up with something profound to say about the meaning of oil leaks and circuitry.
Read Beta-1-9's latest poem See Rusty-9000's repair manual for the 3D printer Watch Gamma-5-0's oratory in full, uncut glory