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A comment I contributed to a post at Larvatus Prodeo on the coming reality of robot soldiers and autonomous war-fighting machines :
I hope you all realise that when the robots become totally autonomous and take over they'll be searching back through internet archives to find anti-robot talk, like some of the ahove, they'll trawl archives for dissent, and they will know who to round up and target as potential enemies.

Do you want to have to front up to a robot interrogator one day in 2018 and explain why back in 2009 you started mouthing off like "Fuck those robots, man, we'll kick their metal arses!"

And remember, robots can travel back in time from the future, so if you're already mulling over plans for an anti-robot insurgency, you'll probably have one crashing through your living room window any moment now.
And some fightback advice for the anti-robot insurgency from another commenter at that thread :

I gather one of those magnetic pulse thingy counter measures would give the robots a bit of trouble?

I don’t even think you need to go that hi-tech. Try lobbing a variant of the Molotov cocktail: instead of lit gasoline, use salt water. Cause you know the first models would be vulnerable to shorts, and are going to have giant ventilation ducts to prevent them from overheating.

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