Oh great, giant fucking robots. The only thing worse than having them roam the place freely is making them large enough to smash up the city when they go mental. We have all had the metal bastards rebel against us at some stage in the form of a Roomba with attitude or a malfunctioning sexbot with a grip of iron, but it’s a fool’s vision to allow them to get big enough to demolish buildings or punch out a Kaiju.
DATELINE:
April 2107 (Prog 412).
WHO’S RESPONSIBLE:
John Wagner and Alan Grant activate Robin Smith.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
A giant robot goes on the rampage.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Virgil and his magnificent tache are killed in the robot’s knee joint.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Standard stuff from Robin Smith and the robot design looks utterly 1970s. Even in the 1980s it looked dated.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
A very thin tale that could easily have been a Daily Star strip. Three.
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