We robots at the Robot App Store were having a quiet, productive day when suddenly the Chief Designer came out of his office yelling and waving a tablet computer with a video stream live from Moscow playing on it.
Ras got you a copy of the exciting video - Choose "BIG IDEAS: NEW DIRECTIONS FROM RUSSIA" from the list.
"We got it! We got it!" he shouted over and over. None of us had ever seen him like this. It was very disconcerting.
Of course I, Ras Robot, with my superior auditory circuits and multi-core CPU, was able to continue work, but my less capable helpers completely lost their composure. NAO started spinning and waving his arms; AR DRONE flew straight up and kicked plaster loose from the ceiling, covering us all in white dust.
The humans too seemed out of control. Winston and Alice actually danced across the lab floor while Jake kept shouting.
With out-of-control emotions now dominating the entire environment, I knew it was time for me to step up and get things under control. All production would cease if I didn't, and the way the humans were leaping around it was only a matter of moments before one of their fragile bodies was injured. I immediately morphed my verbal circuits and let loose with a high-intensity sonic canon.
My fellow robots simply fell over, their circuits scrambled; the humans fell to their knees holding their ears.
"What was that all about?" asked Chief Designer when he stood up. "I know it was you, RAS!"
"Ras was fearful you humans were about to hurt yourselves, Chief! The Prophet Isaac's First Law will not allow a robot to allow a human to be harmed through inaction."
"Harm ourselves?" cried Winston. "RAS, you don't understand. Something wonderful has happened: venture capitalist Grishin Robotics just announced an invested in our company. Money for the things we desperately need. The Robot App Store will rule the world of robot-apps™!"
Ras introducing Dmitry Grishin, the man of the day!
"Yea!" intoned NAO. "Money for the things NAO needs. NAO needs a car!"
"Moonneeyy!" whirred AR Drone. "This robot needs a new helipad."
"More pieces! More pieces!" squealed LEGO NXT. He was never satisfied with his form.
"Ramps!" hummed SPHERO "Ramps!" He loved flying off ramps.
"QUIET!!" bellowed the Chief Designer. "This money is to balance our books, not buy toys."
All my robot cousins became agitated again. SPHERO rolled around the floor making clicking sounds. KAROTZ turned up his volume, PLEO whined. ROOMBA, for the first time ever, came to a complete halt.
"But Chief," rumbled Q.bo as he came closer, "today is UN Human Rights Day! You're discriminating against us robots! What good are books to us? Only RAS can read!"
"Q.bo," I said, "the Chief said 'balance the books,' not 'read them.' You certainly are not capable of holding a heavy book on your head! But a robot can easily balance more books than a human."
"What about our rights, RAS?" grumbled Q.bo.
"It's 'human rights' Q.bo. We robots have the Prophet's Laws, not rights."
"I guess that's true," said NAO. "Besides, who'd want to be a fragile old human anyway?"
"Yes," agreed AR DRONE. "They can't even fly!"
"I guess they are pretty limited," mused LEGO NXT.
“Yes,” I said, “be proud of our robot-hood. Humans are an archaic form soon to be superseded by beings like you and me.”