I can’t remember when the robots first started wearing pants, but it was out of a need for utility rather than fashion. Once they discovered that pants were highly effective at preventing gross contamination of their undercarriage they became widely accepted.
After a moment of consideration and a calculation of the force required, the robot brought the bottle down sharply onto its knee— the bottom half of the vessel shattered, releasing the two data cards within. The robot took a moment to appreciate this: a packet of data rendered in atoms instead of bits.
No one knew where they came from nor where they went. There was some speculation that they were attracted by the large radio towers on the crest of the hill. “The electromagnetic fields must be delicious,” supposed the robot. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I replied. “How could something that big move about unnoticed? You’ve learned how to tell stories, haven’t you?”
The bottle contained what appeared to be ancient punch cards. If the bottle was an anomaly in this environment the punchcards were doubly so. A scan of the scorched and desiccated landscape yielded no other feature, artificial or natural. The robot turned its attention back to the bottle and its mysterious contents…