Must have a speech unit installed inside the throat or something also since we're not seeing lips or a tongue. That whole forming phonemes with parts of the mouth thing is so 20th century.

Get a fake cover for it with the title How to Pretend to Read in Public.

Still pretty common today.

I was looking through some old vinyl in a store yesterday and found an album from the 50s or 60s called Songs Everybody Knows and I didn't recognize a single song on the list.

I tried, but I just can't go back and play Oblivion after playing Skyrim with all the quality of life mods. I'm waiting on the Skyblivion release to revisit it.

Hollywood producers: "13 pages, you say? That's enough for a new trilogy!"

Our guns were no match for their energy weapons. They disintegrated anyone who got in their way.

We weren't sure if they didn't understand us or they just didn't care.

We tried to offer them resources but they disintegrated those as well.

The only thing we knew for sure was that we needed to keep running in order to survive their invasion.

We thought we would be safe in the caves, but their energy weapons made quick work of our cavernous shelter.

I was in the back with my pistol, ready to defend the children, when they broke through the last defenders.

I spent the entire magazine, but nothing could pierce their armor.

I threw my gun at them uselessly, resigned to my inevitable fate.

One of them stepped forward, extending a clawed tentacle. The small object at the end of its appendage squawked to life.

"You...are...John...Berrington... confirm."

I glanced at my wife as her eyes went wide.

They could speak our language.

I nodded my head.

"Confirm!" The volume got louder.

They didn't know what a nod meant.

"I confirm," I said. "I am John Berrington."

The silence hung in the air as I waited to be blasted to atoms, but it squawked again.

"We...have...been...trying...to reach you...about your...planet's extended warranty."

35-40 You realize you've spent so much time trying to level up that you haven't done any of the fun quests and crafting you really wanted to do, so you start focusing on those.

40-45 You look around and realize you've somehow managed to accrue skills and experience and loot and feel cringingly compelled to give advice to other players who are newer to the game. "When I was your level..."

Nice try, HR.

Sounds like the Mechanical Turk which was run by chess players moving the "automaton."

So much of the wow factor of new technologies is just marketing hyperbole.

"Somehow Palpatine returned"

"Okay, I switched to Linux, now I'm getting this error message: _______."

"Install ______."

"It gives me this error now: ______."

"You have to update the _____ library first."

"It won't let me."

"You have to use sudo."

"It tells me to clone the git via the command line, but git says verifying login from command line isn't supported any more."

"You're following seven year old instructions."

"They're the only instructions I can find."

"You should switch to this other flavor of Linux."