Mechanical Alzheimers.

I'm kicking around new story ideas. That's what I do when I'm not working on my older, or in progress story ideas.

I'm trying to feel how machines age. How they may become obsolete after one day of bein the latest thing, or the hottest gadget. Now, I'm throwing in some personality that was supposed to have been erased, and mixing it up with some brains exploding, guns blazing, and maybe the disapperence of a loved one.

One crossed wire, and bam. Splatter city.