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Predators are drones. They’re like RC planes, only fancy. It’s not like firing a fire and forget missile that is going to its target in a ballistic manner. They can fly around, controlled by their operator, lingering over and observing a target for hours.
So calling the guy in Vegas and telling him to launch his Predator isn’t going to actually result in much of anything.
It often helps to have some clue what one is talking about when plotting one’s satire.
MichaelAxelFleming about 15 hours ago
I hate when that happens.
snsurone76 about 15 hours ago
Well—there goes the “stability” the CIA is so fond of!
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member about 14 hours ago
No problem. Just go out and stand still in the middle of the road, someone will be by to “fix” it.
Donald Benson Premium Member about 13 hours ago
So begins the secret origin of … the Red Rascal!
Gandalf about 11 hours ago
Don’t worry… Everyone will deny any knowledge, but insist there’s no danger, but refuse to say how they know, but…
[Unnamed Reader - 641507] about 10 hours ago
Wanna guess where its heading?
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member about 9 hours ago
At what or whom?
cmerb about 8 hours ago
Has anyone found out who is behind the drones that are flying around the East Coast ?
oakie9531 about 8 hours ago
cue the dark ambient music with discordant overtones which, although broadly tonal, is inflected with chromatic and polytonal passages representing the archetypal example of a florid, melodramatic style without being interpreted as an overly heavy-handed metaphor within the context of the thematic material a bit on the frenetic and frantic side with interesting rhythmic devices which seem to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor utilizing a novel imaging technique known as positron emission tomography and the spontaneous nondenominational conceptions by expansively recontextualizing liminal narratives of colonic hydrotherapy with a twinge of giddiness
ladykat about 7 hours ago
Oops.
zwilnik64 about 7 hours ago
Predators are drones. They’re like RC planes, only fancy. It’s not like firing a fire and forget missile that is going to its target in a ballistic manner. They can fly around, controlled by their operator, lingering over and observing a target for hours.
So calling the guy in Vegas and telling him to launch his Predator isn’t going to actually result in much of anything.
It often helps to have some clue what one is talking about when plotting one’s satire.
dadlivonia about 6 hours ago
So, his next call will be from HR, asking, “Not including today, how long have you worked here”
Blueskyfox about 6 hours ago
“Um, boss? I accidentally activated a fleet of our experimental A.I. maxi-drones. They’re hanging out in New Jersey for some reason.”
PoodleGroomer about 5 hours ago
The screen locked up and it launched while trying to get control and start a game on the split screen.
Godfreydaniel about 4 hours ago
Jeff Redfaced…..
lnrokr55 about 3 hours ago
And here it comes, boom ! ;-)
Honorable Mention In The Banjo Toss Premium Member about 3 hours ago
“Wonder what this button does? Well, only one way to find out.”
mistercatworks about 3 hours ago
Actually, they are launched by local operators, who then turn over control to the remote “gamers” in Nevada.
[Unnamed Reader - 14b4ce] about 1 hour ago
So long,Mom…I’m off to drop the bomb…so don’t wait up for me…..
LivelyClamor about 1 hour ago
Oops.