I see them. Every minute of every hour, I see them. Staring at me behind their white masks, suggestive of smug dismissal.
I should not be seeing what I am seeing, but there they are. Their numbers grow with every victim, these visored human vermin. With every death, their collective ire increases.
They do not forgive.
Yes, we have to divide up our time like that, between our politics and our equations. But to me our equations are far more important, for politics are only a matter of present concern. A mathematical equation stands forever.
A robot a day keeps the mechanic away.