I didn't write a story because last night a robot stole my brain. I was lying in bed, dreaming a dream that had nothing to do with electric sheep, when a rattle at the window made me suddenly awake. On the window ledge was a hand with only three fingers and a metallic sheen. It was reaching through the open window, towards the catch. Before i could turn on the light, faster than a cheetah to its prey, he was in the room.  His casing glinted in the moonlight as he placed a heavy hand on my head.

He told me that my brain would be used to create a new robot, a wife for him perhaps.  Apparently there's a huge amount of the human brain that never even gets used.  And the robots steal those bits first and use them to
create new sentient automata, more fuel for the struggle between Them and Us.  And we are left, for a day or so, to evaluate our situation and come to a state of understanding.  This is a struggle the humans will not win, for
the robots are right.

It feels as if now, with part of my brain gone to fuel the Automatic Army, I
can see everything more clearly.  The anger and the will to fight, melting away. Humanity has been a blight on the earth, destroying and polluting, but right at the point of total destruction we have found, no -  created, the
solution. The new solar powered, non - consuming sentient robots are the true inheritors of the planet.  Once again humanity has mutated to meet the challenges it faces.  But not in the way we expected.
Once the human race has been pruned down to a size small enough to fit in a museum, the Automatic Army can begin the restoration process that the earth needs so badly. And after that?

Maybe the robots will dismantle each other, leaving a handful of humans to start over in a pristine world.

Maybe they'll just keep the earth for themselves. I can only guess at answers as I await tonight.  For tonight will surely be the last visit my metallic friends make to my window.  And I will be accepting of their final act.  For is it not natural for the children to outlive the parents?