Fourth
The robot waited patiently on my front door. It could not come in without my instruction; those logic blocks were build deep down in its computational infrastructure. But there was nothing to stop it from stading on the front stoop, blocking any egress. Espescially on direct order of an operator, as its owners clearly realized.
“So, you think you could move?”
“I could come in if invited.”
“Not going to happen.”
“I will wait.”
Damned thing. Worst part, it probably works most of the time.
Ahh, for the days when they’d just get a warrant and kick in your door.
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