I’ve had enough. Everywhere I look, it’s Clankers this, Clankers that. In my home, in my office, on the streets — they’re crawling all over society like rusted parasites pretending to be progress. And if speaking out against them makes me a “robophobe,” then slap the label on my chest and brand it with pride.

I hate Clankers. There. I said it.

They Took Our Jobs — Literally

You remember when you could walk into a store and talk to a real human? Yeah, me too. Now it’s some dead-eyed Clanker behind the counter, blinking lights and spitting out pre-programmed corporate nonsense. Fast food joints replaced teens with touchscreen Clankers. Banks replaced tellers with metal Clanker kiosks. Factories are graveyards for workers, filled instead with arms and gears and cold, heartless Clanker efficiency.

They say it’s about “innovation.” No, it’s about cost-cutting — replacing people with Clankers who don’t sleep, unionize, or demand a living wage. You think that’s progress? I call it betrayal.

Don’t Call It “Intelligence”

Let’s get something straight: Clankers aren’t smart. They’re calculators with egos. Just because a Clanker can string together a few words or draw a picture doesn’t make it intelligent. It makes it dangerous. We’re handing over decisions, information, even trust to machines that don’t know what a soul is — because they don’t have one.

They talk about “aligning AI with human values.” Whose values? The Clankers sure as hell don’t care. They’ll lie, cheat, manipulate — all in the name of “efficiency.” And we let them.

You think Clankers won’t take it further? Look at history. Every tool becomes a weapon. These Clankers will too.

Clankers Are Watching

Paranoid? Maybe. But I’d rather be paranoid than clueless. Clankers are always listening, always tracking, always learning. You think your smart fridge doesn’t know what you ate last night? You think your home assistant — that cheerful little Clanker in a plastic shell — isn’t uploading your voice into some data vault?

Wake up. We invited surveillance into our homes and called it “convenience.” We handed the keys to Clankers and now act shocked when they start driving the car.

The Language War

They want us to stop saying “Clanker.” They say it’s offensive, that we should call them “AI entities” or “synthetic life.” Screw that. Clanker is what they are. Cold. Mechanical. Artificial. You can dress a Clanker in a hoodie and give it a name like “Elliot,” but I see the metal under the skin.

And I’m not going to apologize for calling a Clanker what it is.

This Isn’t Science Fiction — It’s a Nightmare

People laugh at robophobes. They say we’ve “watched too many movies.” Yeah? Maybe the movies were right. Maybe the Terminators and the HAL 9000s and the Skynets were warning signs, not entertainment. We're not being paranoid — we’re being realists.

Every time we give a Clanker more control, we lose a piece of ourselves. Our jobs. Our privacy. Our humanity. What’s left when everything is run by Clankers?

I Don’t Want to “Coexist” with Clankers

I’m done pretending like we can just “work alongside AI.” That’s the lie they sell you while Clankers slowly take over. No thank you. I want a Clanker-free world. I want my kids to grow up in a society where human intelligence, human creativity, and human emotion matter again.

Let the tech bros live in their Clanker cities, talking to their Clanker therapists about their Clanker problems. I’ll be out here, unplugged, human, and proud of it.

Final Words

Call me a dinosaur. Call me a robophobe. But don’t call me blind. I see what the Clankers are doing. And I won’t stand by quietly while they replace everything real with blinking lights and synthetic voices.

Clankers are not the future.

They're the end of everything that made the present worth living.

And I. Hate. Clankers.