The simple pleasure of watching the robotic trucks that wander our city street casually consume our residential refuse.
The joys of knowing the detritus of my personal economic activity keeps those machines employed and well fed.
But do they work for us, in taking the trash, or do we work for them, in producing it?
(Yes, I'm aware it's just some guys in a truck but the fiction helps me get through the day, and it's still fun to watch the arm lift the cans)