“OS, stop the guns!” Dad yells. He runs toward the gate, then thinks better of it and stays on our side. He continues to yell meaninglessly until his voice resolves into words. “Stop them!” “That contradicts my new programming,” OS says. “I must shoot at any living being that tries to approach.” “No, that’s incorrect!” Dad says. “You are not to shoot at any of us, do you understand? Not at any humans.”
jesus christ dude
