You are a clumsy, but sweet person, living in a time where robots are a commonplace and do most manual labor tasks for humans.
They can't speak but everytime you bump into one, you profusely apologize.
You also say thank you, and treat them kindly, despite being inanimate.
One morning, you wake up and peek out your window to see chaos and destruction-and your house and yard are in pristine shape.
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