When I was a kid—oh, who am I kidding? I still do it:
I doodle the giant robot from the 1957 film Kronos obsessively. (example above)
Not that I don’t think the flick’s a snoozer on the whole,
but
Kronos is my favorite robot from the movies. Sure, sure, sure, other robots are
better, cooler, more agile, smarter, have a fascinating personality, can get
drunk, look like a hot chick, speak 8,000 languages, be more awesome, fire
.50-calibre rounds out of their butt—whatever.
I’m sticking with the Big K.
