UbiquitousBubba
Karyn, I admit it. It's an aluminium body suit. Well, to be more precise, it's about $250 worth of aluminium foil. Hey, when they come for you, you want to be thoroughly covered. Also, arguing over the correct pronunciation of aluminium can be entertaining for a few moments. 

You're worried about being violated by machines made of liquid metal so you're covering yourself in...  tinfoil?
Shirley clingfilm would be a safer option?

There may be a flaw in this plan. 
 
I had considered clingfilm (plastic wrap) before, but early testing revealed a problem with the air supply. Also, I didn't want to run the risk of thinking of the band, Air Supply. (shudder) I thought about encasing myself in wood, but I knew that would only end in flames. Concrete seemed appealing, but there was that air thing again. Also, I kept hearing my contractor muttering something about sending me to sleep with the fishes. I don't even like fish. (They agree, by the way.) 
 
That's why I have abandoned my aluminium death trap and I am now safely ensconced inside the belly of a large elephant. In case of an attack, there are a couple of exits. In addition, elephants are best known for their uncanny ability to hide. Ask any 6 year old. 
 
Granted, it's a bit cramped in here and Clive (the elephant) doesn't seem too pleased with the arrangement. There could be a downside to this plan. I admit that it is possible that I haven't thought this whole thing through. 

There's always a last option of hiding behind your shadow.
Keep it as a last resort though.....
 
 
HTH

I though UBs shadow disowned him years ago...

Karyn
I though UBs shadow disowned him years ago...

It's an ongoing 'love/hate' relationship.

Mesh

Karyn
I though UBs shadow disowned him years ago...

It's an ongoing 'love/hate' relationship.

His shadow loves to hate him?

We've come to an understanding. You see, he was upset that I kept dragging him around, shining a flashlight on him to erase his head, and flaunting my 3 dimensional existence. We talked things over and I realized that I was guilty of treating him like a partial darkness or obscurity within a part of space from which rays from a source of light are cut off by an interposed opaque body. That's shadowism, and it's wrong. 
 
So, we have an arrangement that seems to be working. I'll slip into a dark room and we'll change places. He'll walk out and I'll glide along the floor as his shadow. It's very relaxing. There are no decisions to make, no deadlines to meet, and you can ignore dull conversations. Sometimes, entire days will go by where I forget to change places with him again. When I do take back my original place, I occasionally find that he's made some questionable decisions. That might explain Clive. 

UbiquitousBubba
We've come to an understanding. You see, he was upset that I kept dragging him around, shining a flashlight on him to erase his head, and flaunting my 3 dimensional existence. We talked things over and I realized that I was guilty of treating him like a partial darkness or obscurity within a part of space from which rays from a source of light are cut off by an interposed opaque body. That's shadowism, and it's wrong. 
 
So, we have an arrangement that seems to be working. I'll slip into a dark room and we'll change places. He'll walk out and I'll glide along the floor as his shadow. It's very relaxing. There are no decisions to make, no deadlines to meet, and you can ignore dull conversations. Sometimes, entire days will go by where I forget to change places with him again. When I do take back my original place, I occasionally find that he's made some questionable decisions. That might explain Clive. 

Karyn

Mesh

Karyn
I though UBs shadow disowned him years ago...

It's an ongoing 'love/hate' relationship.

His shadow loves to hate him?

....yes.