I don’t know what’s worse, deliberately making a kill-bot, or making one that’s self-aware and then taking away its raison d’ etre. Then again, my own sense of humour is dark enough that, particularly with the quality of my handwriting, it’s a pity that I never was a good enough student to go into medicine.
Speaking of which, I’m reminded of a time where I was serving coffee, and handing a “baby latte”[1] to a middle-aged lady, and I quipped that I ground up the baby nice and fresh that morning. She levels a death glare at me and snaps “I’m a paediatrician!”. Just as I’m starting to wish that I had worn the brown trousers to work that day, she cracks a smile and says “do you want to hear some dead baby jokes?”.
It’s just a pity that she had already paid, since I’ve never, before nor since had a customer get one over on me like that, and that would have warranted me paying for it out of the tip jar.
[1] Thus called because it was in an off-menu size for lattes, being served in a double espresso/macchiato[2] cup
[2] real one, not Starbucks