We can anticipate that robots will be fiercely resented, at first, in a society that will see them as the latest--and an indestructible--widespread threat to the workers whom they will replace. The men who will seek to alter the status quo will be called...
azy! They're insane! That mob outside is made up of madmen," Jacob Clark told his young assistant, Bill Towney.
"They'll be battering at the door any minute now, sir," Towney said nervously.
"But why? Why are they doing it? My inventions have advanced the world a hundred years. I've always been a benefactor of man, not a destroyer."
"It's the robots. People are in a rage because they say the robots cause unemployment by replacing workers."
"It's utter nonsense, you know," Clark said impatiently. "Why can't they see that my intelligent, self-controlled robots are the greatest boon the human race has ever received from one man?"
"I don't know, sir, but they don't." Towney paused as the shouting and pounding outside became more intense. "They demanded that you take the robots out of the labor market and order your factories to stop making them. This is the result o
A brief story of the inventor of robot workers, besieged in his house by the angry unemployed. He escapes to the future in his time machine (which he also conveniently invented) to where his genius will be vindicated by history.
A thin story, with a lame ending.