Our friend Harvey, who puts modesty aside to claim that Ed Wood himself “never made anything as terrible” as what you’re about to see, gives us a glimpse into a plausible future where crusty old guys play cards with robots — I’m wondering if the robot is some kind of in-home care-giver. We know the moment the Singularity occurs because the robot helpfully announces the fact, but what’s really interesting is what happens next. What if posthuman intelligence uses our own obnoxiousness (and I’m using that word in a fairly literal sense) against us?

Chilling.

Also, doesn’t it seem to shed some light on the scenario described here? (Warning: language.)

Adds an ironic twist to the whole “poisonous gases” thing, doesn’t it?