As we strode down the beach, trying hard to repress ourselves from grasping hands or some other embarrassing atrocity, we came upon a small robot figure, slowly waddling his way up the beach with steady determination.

“That’s odd,” Xander said, picking up the little robot by the head. It’s legs continued to waddle and its little eyes glowed red. It’s body began to move more frequently with fervent desperation to be set free. I could have sworn it was cursing us in Japanese. Xander set it down. It turned towards us as we began to walk away, shaking its little arm at us with grouchy displeasure before continuing his walk.

“I think Gary Numan was trying to warn us about this kind of thing,” Xander said with a serious tone.

“Like that robots are going to take over the world?” I said.

“Exactly,” He said before he began to sing, “Down in the park where the machmen meet the machines are playing `kill-by-numbers, down in the park with a friend called `five.“

“Maybe Gary Numan was a robot,” I offered.