The Winter Generation Revolting
We boarded the Armada as merchants and farmers.
We landed on the islands of the super-rich as soldiers.
The Sentry-bots were programmed to ward off stay thieves and shot tranquilizers into anyone acting a leader. An effective strategy to rid the island of stray thugs, not against 100’s of righteous soldiers.
They were overwhelmed, but not before our commanders were rendered unconscious.
The gardening-bots were no challenge as they were programmed not to harm humans, all they could do was give us robo-hugs, holding us until someone shut them down.
I was detained by a robo-hug, so by the time I made it into the mansion a hoard of my companions were already there.
When I entered I saw the picture of owner of island. She had frequented my shop in the summer and was always nice and polite.
I was frozen as I watched her mansion looted, her personal items smashed and her summer wardrobe desecrated.
My cries of “Take only what we need.” Were laughed at.
We left the burning island as vandals and thugs.