I can’t say that I’ve ever wanted a Cyber either, but do still want a Cylon. You know, one of those robots with the shiny armor from back in the 80’s.

I could have him guard my front door with his restless red eye and remorseless modulated voice.

That would keep Jehovah’s Witnesses away for sure.

But on that note, anyone wishing to be my vassal can sign up now. In return, I promise that me and my knights will race out to protect you in the event that you find yourself “flamed” by the more unscrupulous denizens of the net.

We all have our demons, but you have the advantage of being able to literally ingest your fears, have your way with with them, and flush them down the toilet when you’re through.

People with phobias to other things, like arsenic and Richard Simmons, don’t have that luxury.

Be strong.

I’m picturing myself with a big sledge hammer sliding through San Fran’s famous landmarks. I could probably handle a jiggly Golden Gate Bridge and colorful Chinatown, however; the thought of being trapped in a slick, wiggly, Alcatraz Island is too much to handle.