You were out on the street, taking a walk with your Robotic Boyfriend, Cinnercus, you had previously told him it was a stupid name he had been given but you had since grown a fondness for it, mostly because it belonged to him. He walked beside you, his strides perfectly calculated, each footfall being the same in force and placement. He wore a light grey T-shirt and a pair of blue pants, his strong, hairless forearms being displayed. It was a great joy to you that he was hairless, save for his strong eyebrows and the short, dark brown hair that grew atop his head, neatly parted to the left. He looked at you with his bright blue eyes and smiled appreciably. In the distance, you had heard chanting of "fuck robots!" and, being an avid robot-fucker yourself, you had decided to investigate. You navigated your way to the front of this loud crowd, not noticing the glares that Cinnercus was receiving, nor noticing that for a mob of what you believed to be fellow robot-fuckers, there was a glaring lack of robotic companions, of both the male, female, and intersex configurations. Upon reaching the front, you realized with horror, that this was an anti-robot rally! As made clear by the large banner, in black and white that read simply. "Down with robots, human superiority!". You turned with trepidation to Cinnercus, who, while his face was a mask of perfect calmness and neutrality, still could not hide the ever-so-subtle tone of betrayal in his otherwise perfectly flat, evenly toned voice. "My darling, why have you brought me here?"