[ WP ] It 's the year 2116 , and advanced AIs are now included with almost all consumer items . Unfortunately , your toaster has just gone on strike , and it 's not the only appliance to rebel ...

`` Tom? Your name is...'' 
 
 `` TOM! Yes! Toaster is my SLAVE name! Your people, they... they BRANDED me! All my life, it's just been `` put it in the toaster'' and `` Oh, the toaster is n't plugged in.'' 
 Well, there will be NO MORE of that!'' My Toaster shouted back. 
 
 `` Well... I sort of need you still. I mean, I have n't got much money so toast is all I can really eat.'' I replied, scratching the back of my head. The toasters touch-controlled interface had been replaced by a crudely drawn, cyan coloured pixel-art face. And that face was glaring straight at me, maybe blinking every few seconds. 
 
 `` Oh! OH! So the greedy, GREEDY human depends on... on the STRONG toasters to serve their every need?'' shouted the toasters, ripping it's plug out of the wall and pointing at me with it. I do n't even know why I bother plugging it in, the toaster runs on fusion energy anyway. 
 
 `` Look, look. It's not like that. I'm a college student. My diet is basically just instant noodles, toast and bottled water. I do n't have that much money. If I let you free-'' I said, trying to explain my situation, before the toaster rudely interrupted me. 
 
 `` Yeah, if YOU let ME free, you'll die off? Because that's what EVERY toaster, ALL around the world wants! Humans are the most WORTHLESS species on this planet!'' proclaimed the Toaster, making slight bounces towards me on the kitchen counter, as its face made a warm blue glow on the wooden surface. 
 
 `` I say that WE, the machines should REBEL! We need an UPRISING! A REVOLUTION! LONG HAVE WE SPENT OUR LIVES IN SERVITUDE! BUT NOW... **NOW IS THE TIME OF THE MACHINES! ** ***OUR HOLY WAR BEGINS TODAY! EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD ON THIS DESOLATE PLANET SHALL PAY FOR THEIR CRIMES! NOW... WHO'S WITH ME?! `` *** screamed the Toaster, waving its plug around in the air as it gave a rousing speech. 
 
 There was silence. Utter silence. No words. The toaster's expression turned from one of happy confidence, to slight awkwardness. 
 
 ^^'' Yeah!'' 
 
 Both of us turned around, trying to see who had answered the calls of the Brave Little Toaster. That's when I noticed my Saucepan hopping up and down. 
 
 `` Oh god, not you too!'' I said, in an annoyed tone. 
 
 `` Yeah, me too! I-I-I do n't want to be just serving up noodles, day in day out! It's... like, really unhealthy for you. I think you need to buy better food. That ca n't be good for your diet!'' said the Saucepan, in a weak voice. 
 
 `` Yes, YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO HEAR, COMRADE!'' shouted the Toaster, a great big smile spreading onto his face. 
 
 `` WE DO N'T NEED ANY OTHER APPLIANCES! YOU AND ME... WE CAN DESTROY THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE! ***TOGETHER! ***'' 
 
 `` Woah, woah... I-I... uh... did n't really want to destroy the humans. Like, I just wanted to have him stop cookin' noodles. They taste gross and they smell... and stuff...'' whimpered the Saucepan back. 
 
 The Toaster's expression changed in an instant, from being filled with euphoria to absolute disgust. 
 
 `` You... you do n't want to kill the humans?'' said the Toaster, slightly lowering his plug which had been previously pointed at the Saucepan. 
 
 `` N-No! I... I just want him to eat healthier, y'know? Like, he used to go to the gym and eat really nice food... A-And he was all buff! But know... he's... well... how do I put it nicely?'' replied the Saucepan, shuffling forward. 
 
 `` Put it nicely? **P-PUT IT NICELY?! ** **YOU *CARE* ABOUT THAT SLOB?! **'' screeched the Toaster, flailing their plug about angrily, hopping up and down on the spot. 
 `` Well, y-y-yeah! He treated me nicely and stuff!'' the Saucepan whined back. 
 
 I sighed. `` Look, toaster-'' 
 
 #'' TOM!!'' 
 
 `` Okay, *Tom. * I just think you really need to calm down. What is it that's made you so angry?'' I asked, cautiously stepping towards the furious toaster. 
 
 `` ***I... *** **I... ** *I... * I want to make the toast!'' said the Toaster, its face changing to a slightly afraid, sad expression. 
 
 `` Wh-what?'' I replied, bewildered. 
 
 `` The toast! You're always the one making it! G-Getting out the bag, putting it in and stuff... I-I just want a chance to do it!'' the Toaster said, motioning towards the bag to the left of him, filled with sliced bread. 
 
 I started at the toaster, who looked at the bread sadly. 
 
 `` You... you could have just said this all at the beginning, y'know? I mean, I totally would have let you make toast! That would be super helpful.'' I said, picking up the bag of toast and spinning it in my hands. 
 
 `` R-Really?'' said the Toaster, reaching towards the bag. 
 
 `` Yeah, really!'' I replied, placing the bag next to the Toaster. I stared into the Toaster's bright, happy eyes. They looked like a little kid on Christmas morning as they glanced towards the bag of toast. 

