The new luxury resort catered exclusively to vacationing robots that had taken humans' jobs.

Marigold’s caterpillar treads whirred as she glided along behind her PupBot, echoing the smooth running of the sunny Bot world around her — the sparkling ocean, the beeps and boops of energetic VolleyBot players, the industrious Bots nostalgically tapping away on keyboards with en-vogue 6-fingered “hands”. Even her PupBot knew better than to stop and sniff the husks of humans huddled in the margins of the otherwise pristine beach.

The robots happily enjoyed their beach day of fun and sun, playing volleyball, walking robopets and absorbing solar power. It wasn’t the robots concern that the humans had run screaming from the section of beach specially reserved for them, leaving their picnics rotting in the sun.

It was to be no picnic as the humans fled the beaches and the robots took their places, walking their robot dogs and playing volleyball to the tunes of Kenny Log-ins.

Silicon Beach was the one place the metalheads (as they called themselves) could relax: only the robots came here, the humans keeping their distance for whatever reason (fear) and not venturing onto this one patch of sand, where only gleaming metal bodies could be seen, playing volley-sphere, or listening to robo-rock as they sunbathed, or just taking their Aibo for a walk. None went swimming.

Rin Tin Titanium yanked on the leash. His owner, Tronathan, stopped sneaking glances at the nearby cyberbikini babes to scold him. "Ow, that giga-hurts! Leave those (inter)netballers alone, you virus!"