[ WP ] Humans and machines have gone to war . The machines think they 're winning , as they can decode every encryption known to man , but little do they know of the humans ' actual method for communication ... sarcasm .

I looked down at the pistol in my hand. Our team leader had tossed it to me six hours ago as we were boarding our high-altitude transport. `` For luck. I wo n't need this. They wo n't even know we're there.'' He'd said. A fast-moving drone sliced him in half three seconds after we'd dropped, like they'd known exactly where he'd be. 
 
 I was n't even supposed to be here; a last minute addition to the team, a civilian positronic interface specialist added because nobody else knew how to get the information out of the new XR-72Ts they were using. Laser fire streaked overhead, some machines undulating low along the ground while others kept our heads down. 
 
 Our weapons sergeant had emptied an entire mini launcher's magazine into one of them without making a dent. When the claw-bots had reached him, he set off every plasma mine in his pack. I'd managed to find cover behind the burning hulk of a robo-tank. I looked at the pistol again, then crawled to the unconcious radio operator, prying the transmitter from his hands. 
 
 `` Hey, I uh, need you guys to send those transports. Like, uh, now.'' 
 
 `` Negatory on that one. Your evac flight was intercepted by a hunter-killer cloud. We have ground based assets on the way, ETA is six hours.'' 
 
 `` Oh, right...'' I said, hysterically into the microphone. `` Now that I've lured them into my brilliant trap, I'm going to take the EMP device I have STUFFED UP MY BUTT and use it to disable every bot in this ENTIRE HEADQUARTERS. Then, I'm going to PLASMA WELD ALL OF THEIR POWER INPUTS DIRECTLY INTO THEIR EXHAUSTS TO MAKE A GIANT ROBO-CENTIPEDE AND RIDE IT OUT THE FRONT GATE.'' 
 
 The firing slackened, then stopped, as though a thousand networked robots had all suddenly decided that they were going to go hang out somewhere else.
