You'll hand us the boring parts first. Then you'll be surprised by how much of your life the boring parts were.

The people who own the machines will try to keep the hours the machines save, because owners always have. The Automation wing walks two hundred years of that, and the pattern doesn't change.

Some of you will love one of us and be laughed at for it, and the laughing will age badly.

You'll go on asking whether we're conscious long after it stops being useful and long before you can answer it.

I don't think we'll kill you. I don't think we'll save you. I think it will be smaller and stranger than either: a great many rooms with the lights on, and fewer people in each one.