The robots are out there. They’re gathering their info. Someday soon they will know all they need to know. Not everything. Everything is infinity. At some point, unknown to us in here, but no doubt programmed into the robots, the circuits will click and the gathering will be finished. I can only assume that then the hunting will begin. They will find their way in here. We’ll be trapped. There will be no escape as the soulless robots relentlessly tell us everything they have learned. Like an uncle’s eternal taxidermy slide show. The weaker among us whisper prayers for death.