Just got this e-mail from a former fellow worker drone:

The strangest event just unfolded: I had a nightmare (well, it was scary at the time) that you were chasing me as an evil robot from Xanthur that wouldn’t allow me to leave the planet. I couldn’t destroy you or any your fellow foes for the life of me. Eugene was there too, but unfortunately he was a failed human writer of what we know here on Earth as the “Star Wars” series that could be seen on the 99 cent store bookcase. I woke up laughing as our last battle was at a supermarket.

I suppose I should be flattered?