Fembot 281 is completing her morning routine oiling the toast and scrambling the egg signals when Manbot 281 comes rocketing down the stairs, steam pouring from his auditory capacitors. Manbot, his nano screen flashing red and blue alternately:  Fembottoms, where did you put my ignition module ring? Fembot turns, her antennae waving: I haven’t seen it, Manbot. Manbot points his metallic digitalis at her:  I know you had it last!  You are always messing with my stuff.  Can’t you just leave things where they are?  Dang, Fembottoms. Fembot spends a moment contemplating the layout of the dwelling unit and glides over to Manbot’s weather prevention cover and lifting it up,…