Dexter watched the breaking news with eager anticipation. The reporter stood before a backdrop of burning buildings and rampant destruction. The man looked nervous–kept glancing over his shoulder.
“The robots have demolished nearly half of Hancock already. All attempts to destroy them have failed,” the frightened man inside the television said. He held a hand up to his ear piece. “Wait! I’m being told they’ve stopped suddenly! No word yet on what may have ended their reign of terror.”
Dexter grabbed his car keys and a jar of batteries. “I knew I should have used bigger batteries,” he grumbled.
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