Two  women are having coffee at the breakfast nook. It is around 11 o’clock  on a lazy Saturday morning. The women are in their late twenties. They are stylishly dressed in what ever happens to be in the mode at the moment. The house is immaculate. It is obvious that someone keeps it spotless.
Agnes : What a horrible mixup.
Katrine : Oh do tell.
Agnes : As to the beginning I can only surmise.
Katrine : What, what ?
Agnes : I guess it must have been Robosoft’s fault. They must have wanted to cut a few corners. Any way they over produced some constro/mining bots so just reprogrammed the droids and sold them as all sorts of robot types. They didn’t bother to remove many of the special inserts or software they just overlaid new commands.
Katrine : That’s horrible. You know it’s always the bottom line with these big companies.
Agnes :  It get’s worse. We got one of them as a babysitter !
Katrine : Oh my god ! Agnes ! Are your kids all right ?
Agnes : They are fine. They love their new baby-sitter. I check with Robosoft and then with several consumer groups my children are perfectly safe with the new android. They howled when I even suggested that he go.
Katrine : What’s the problem then ?
Agnes : You see Suzy  wanted to play in the sandbox.
Katrine : Seems innocent enough.
Agnes : But we don’t have a sandbox.
Katrine : Go on.
Agnes : It is easier if you just look for your self. (Agnes goes to the kitchen window and opens the curtains to look at the view of the backyard.
Katrine : Oh, I see. What are you going to do if one of your kids wants to go to the beach ?