When I was a kid my brother and I didn’t have to do many chores because we had a robot butler. I suppose “butler” in this case was the polite way of saying “slave”. I don’t know where my parents got him, but after the robot rights revolution happened he moved to one of the moons Saturn. I don’t blame him. We made him work very hard and even though he was several thousand times smarter than us, he had to do all the menial work, and wasn’t even allowed to watch TV with us. I still get postcards from him sometimes, but they are passive aggressive, which is quite common for robots.
