Summer at the cinema is very nearly here, which means I’ve been thinking about robots.  This one, for instance:

Time was, you would hire men to run at pace with what was yours, if you had the means.  You would move it over craggy plain and across a hall, and as you did, there they were, marking you.  These men would move at length with your belongings and in the slow meander of language it came to be that these men also belonged.