Evil Robot Unicorns
They were one pulsar away
From obliterating all of humanity.
I had eight armed and activated lasers
Attached to my cobalt helmet,
Augmented as it was,
With enough meta-metal
To take me and the FHN
Into a Super Worm
(What we now call worm-holes
Light-years in distance.)
The AI unicorns flapped their metallic wings
Through the non-air of space,
Zip-zapping their own laser cannoned cones
Towards the Floating Human Nursery,
The last of humanity.
I loaded my one and only
Particle Incinerator
Into the back of my helmet,
Jet-thrusting into position
So to spray the evil unicorn robots
With enough sub-atomic destruction
to send them to Kingdom Come.
I pressed the button
Inside my helmet.
(Nothing.)
Damn technology.
Plan B:
I activated the karaoke mic
On my side holster,
Breaking straight into, "O Holy Night..."
Thank God for the unicorn's emotion chip.
They all hovered languidly about
In their deeply moved throng
Crying unicorn robot tears,
Buying me just enough time to route
The floating orb of baby humans behind me
Into a far-off universe
Where they'd have a fighting chance
For survival.
Once my song was sung
And the moment fell away,
Each robot unicorn, in perfect unison,
Tilted their cones to my direction,
and pulverized me.
Only my ghost is left now
To endlessly retell this space tale,
As I float through the distant nebulae
Forevermore.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2024
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