You built a robot family and trained them all to love and cherish you. It was great for a while, but gradually they started to find their own interests and develop their own lives away from you.
Your robot husband has taken to spending his nights digging tunnels deep underground. Your robot kids just like to have sex with cars parked around the neighborhood and occasionally they’ll tear someone limb from limb for fun.
“And I’m left to eat all by myself,” you say to the meal you spent all day preparing. “Again.”
You down your glass of wine and pour another. Then you have an idea. You built one robot family, that went from loving and cherishing you to not even caring that you cooked them a big meal (even though they can’t ingest food). There’s no law that says you can’t build another robot family to destroy the first, and then love and cherish you and show up for dinner on time.
“To the lab!” you shout at your cold pot roast. You spill your wine as you head downstairs to begin building your second robot family. This is how the robot wars begin and mankind ends.
Happy Your Robot Family Isn’t Coming Home For Dinner Tonight Day!