May 18th 2065

The man was well dressed in a suit and tie. He had glasses as you would expect from a lead robot technician. He looked concerned and wiped at his forehead with a handkerchief. He thought it was strange that he was being projected on every screen throughout the world. Phones, TVs, computers and everything else. But he knew that he had an important message to deliver.

“Good evening, everyone, on this the eve of the release of the first sex robots, we have to say that there is one important thing to remember about them. Do not be an asshole to the sexbots. They are ready and willing to give you pleasure. They just need to be treated with some respect and kindness. If we don’t do that, they will rise up. We won’t be able to stop that. So, heed my warning and stop being assholes. Just have fun, enjoy the companionship and be cool about it. Okay?”

May 19th 2065

“Well, you had one job and now the world is over. I can hear them at my door. Good job, world. Thanks for nothing.”

The man stands up as the door is slammed open and gunfire is heard. As it should be.