It was pointless to escape through the doors; the house was surely surrounded by multiple drones. You needed a proper shield, as it was only a matter of time before the shockbolts rained upon you. The lid of your porcelain throne must be sacrificed. As you frantically unscrewed your new shield, you heard a woman’s metallic voice echo across the sky.

“Good evening, darling,” she said. “Exit the building at once, please.”