Ok, after our unforeseen night shopping on the way home not only did we meet one of those robot delivery thingies, but also somehow found ourselves engaged in a conversation with it (although, I ended up calling it a he, assuming its gender).

So, one of them was gliding on the opposite side of the road we were walking by (a bit far away), when another one promptly crossed it (on a green light) and joined us on the narrow path. We decided to be courteous (why) and let it (him) go first and so he did. In a minute he stopped at the next light, and L., being courteous again, pushed the button. The light turned green, but instead of running smoothly to the opposite side, the robot politely asked us to “push the button, please.”

“But I did already!” said L. perplexed.

“Push the button, please,” the robot repeated graciously (and with a generic American accent).

“I did you damn thing!” exclaimed L.

“Thank you!” said the robot, and rushed across the road.

It (he) flew away speedily, and we decided that he was running late to their secret meeting of our Midjourney Overlords.