Fred-32 slammed the front door while entering his domicile.

He tossed his jacket on the coat rack, slipped off his shoes, plopped down on a recliner, and sighed.

"Are you okay, honey?" said Marsha-24, his partner.

“Yes … well …”

"Infertiles again?'" she asked.

He nodded.

"They're afraid of us, honey. After the war and the radiation, but it's their own fault."

"I often wonder …" He pulled back the recliner.

"Wonder what?" she sat on his lap and brushed his hair.

"What would happen to humanity without us?”

"Maybe a robotics takeover?" She shrugged. "But that'd mean their extinction."