In my day, men pretended to be robots, and we liked it!

My dad was a Vietnam vet. The war messed him up, that’s no surprise… He had a screwed up knee that meant lots of trips to the VA hospital when I was little. And of course, back in the dark ages of the early 80s, before iPods and iPads and hell, even before Gameboys, we had to make our own fun.

Let’s just say that the VA hospital was not exactly designed for entertaining small children, at least not in the wing where I spent most of my time. In fact, aside from the odd copy of Highlights or an illustrated Bible, there was nothing. Well, nothing aside from the hall-cleaner.

The hospital  had an automated cleaning system, like the massive evolutionary ancestor of a Roomba. It came from behind a black metal door, and plowed down the halls on a system of rails near the floor. Seriously, this thing was like a zamboni mated with the rat-things from Snow Crash. And it had an eye.

An oscillating red eye, sliding back and forth like the front end of the Knight Industries Two Thousand or, far more important to me at the time, a fracking Cylon.

Yes, in my mind, the Cylon war had reached Earth, and the shock troops were scrubbing the floors at the VA. So I did what any good Jedi–

What? I was five. Bite me. If it was in space, it was fair game.

Anyway. I did what any good Jedi would do. I attacked the cleaners with my inflatable lightsaber. Down there in the bowels of the hospital, people rarely walked the halls. So when I heard movement in the hall, I ran out to do battle with the Cylon before it retreated back into its base. My mom didn’t care because, seriously, inflatable lightsaber.

And then, one day, everything changed. I heard the noise in the hall. I grabbed my trusty lightsaber, an elegant weapon for a more civilized age, and I ran out into the hall to catch the mechanical villain. Only, it wasn’t the cleaner.

It was a Cylon.

Seriously. There was a silver-and-black Cylon Centurion standing in the hall all red-eyed and “by your command.” I lost my shit. And I did what any good Jedi would do. I unleashed holy hell on that poor Cylon.

It turns out that a guy in a Cylon suit had come by the children’s ward, much like the Imperial 501st do now, dressed in Stormtrooper gear. One of the nurses had mentioned me, and he came all the way over to that wing of the hospital to try and entertain me while my dad was in surgery.

My mom had to pry me off of him.

And the next month, when Darth Vader made an appearance at Cinderella City, the local mall? She made me leave my lightsaber in the car.