Images through the ages for UCSB's Associated Students.
"Not that I"m endorsing traditional male-female gender roles."
"Crap. One of my robots got loose."
The guy on the right can't tell if his foot is numb or just being taken over by nanobots that are slowly changing him into an evil cyborg bent on destruction.
"Nano-whatnow?"
"I like to count things off. Wanna hear me do it?"
"One is the loneliness number."
"Two is romantic."
"Three is company. Or romantic."
"Four is how many toes I have on my left foot."
Seconds later, she launched off towards the sky. Those nanobots do their work quickly.