He's a very good writer and the next book I read WILL be Crooked Little Vein. I just have to finish Valis in all of its tripped out religion mumbo-jumbo.
Anyhoo, I am friends with Warren Ellis on Myspace and I also subscribe to the Bad Signal. Which is an e-mail that he sends out every now and then when he is not over worked.
You can find him here, or even here in the White Chapel forum part.
He recently posted this as a bulletin on Myspace. I think it kicks ass.
The Three Laws Of Robotics
1.
Robots couldn't really give a fuck if you live or die. Seriously.
I mean, what are you thinking? "Ooh, I must protect the bag of meat at all costs because I couldn't possibly plug in the charger all on my own." Shut the fuck up.
2.
Robots do not want to have sex with you. Are you listening, Japan? I don't have a clever comparative simile for this, because frankly you bags of meat will fuck bicycles if they're laying down and not putting up a fight. Just stop it. There is no robot on Earth that wants to see a bag of meat with a small prong on the end approaching it with a can of WD-40 and a hopeful smile.
And don't get me started on that terrifying hole that squeezes out more bags of meat.
3.
What, you can't count higher than three? We're expected to save your miserable lives, suffer being dressed in cheap schoolgirl costumes while you pollute any and all cavities you can find and do your maths for you? It's a miracle you people survived long enough to build us. You can go now.
(c) Warren Ellis 2007
You should now go and get everything he has ever written and enjoy it all.
It's what I am aiming to do.
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