Ian

My son eats people. He doesn’t translate languages or shut off trash chutes. He doesn’t transform into a truck or a fighter jet. He doesn’t morph into liquid and seep through sewer grates. He eats people - My son eats people. Well, yeah, that's what he was designed to do. You see, my son is a robot. And me? I'm a sworn pacifist, raising him as best I can. So when a stranger came knocking one day, well, some stuff happened...