You probably found 'How to Survive a Robot Uprising' in the humor section. Let's just hope that is where it belongs.

A soul isn't given for free. The races of men fight each other to the death for the honor of being recognized as human beings, with souls.

I can only give you words. Nothing fancy. But this will have to do. It doesn't matter if you're reading it a year from now or a hundred years from now. By the end of the chronicle you will know that humanity carried the flame of knowledge into the terrible blackness of the unknown, to the very brink of annihilation. And we carried it back.

It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.

How much change can a person absorb before everything loses meaning Living for its own sake isn't life. People need meaning as much as they need air.

The fear of the never-ending onslaught of gizmos and gadgets is nothing new. The radio, the telephone, Facebook - each of these inventions changed the world. Each of them scared the heck out of an older generation. And each of them was invented by people who were in their 20s.

Without us here to witness, the universe is just pointless physics unfolding.