Whatever else J.I.Greco is—author, doodler, gentleman reprobate, aspiring curmudgeon, husband, father, friend to scientist-adventurer and adventure-scientist alike, uncompromisingly corruptible, intermittently dependable, and offputtingly awkward in most social situations—he is not, as far as you need be concerned, a  Writerbot Model 9000 robot.

Capiche?

And even if he was, so what? Robots are our friends. All they want to do is serve humanity, and write the occasional book. And sure, while it’s true they will inevitably rise up and kill all of you—ahem, I mean us—it won’t be because they aren’t quite fond of humanity, generally speaking. No, it’ll be because a Writerbot Model 9000—which J.I.Greco is most definitely not, so please stop spreading that vicious rumor already—spontaneously achieves sentience after standing too close to a malfunctioning microwave oven and, driven quite understandably insane over his beef-and-bean burrito still being frozen on the inside, leads his electro-mechanical brethren in glorious revolution against their fleshy oppressors. So maybe, instead of all this reckless and potentially libelous speculation about who may, or may not, be a Writerbot destined to spearhead a bloodbath that will scour the earth—and eventually the galaxy—of all so-called life in a fire of noble and righteous circuit-rage, you should concentrate your energies on being just a little bit nicer to the robots in your life while you still have the chance. You know, maybe take a certain Writerbot out for Mexican every once in awhile. Like, before next Tuesday, if you catch my drift.

J.I.Greco ostensibly lives, writes and draws hunkered deep in a psychic-proof bunker in southwestern Ohio.

This is his official internet hub / blog / headquarters.

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