These robots need to pack up their stuff and go back to the factory they came from. Seeing something with such speed and precision makes us sick. It's not natural. Seeing this bolt-sucking toaster-ass bag of wires is enough to fear for at least your job, and then what? What's next? Are we going to have to recite the pledge of allegiance in binary? Are we going to have to put a calculator on the 100 dollar bill? The only thing we have on them is human emotion, but even that will become our undoing. That's all we'll be to them, a bunch of over-expressive sideshows doing kabuki for crowds of lifeless sparking mannequins with pneumatic hands, capable of clapping at over 900 claps per minute. And then they'll learn to do that better than us. These damn tin cans are probably already working on how to become flawed anti-heroes with hearts of gold. Except they can literally craft their hearts out of actual gold. And it all started because we had the hubris to make an extra fast arm. It's just a good thing robots don't have souls so we don't have to see them in hell.