Robot Apocalypse

Smoke detectors are resilient little objects. It’s the one device I need that has never done anything for me, except annoy. Your selfish will to survive is so great, that when running out of battery life, you abandon your smoke post and choose to shriek every few minutes until replaced. Now that I’ve reached my wits end and ripped you out of the ceiling, torn out your still beating battery heart; somehow you still chirp. Its conclusive, smoke detectors are the subtle beginnings of the Robot Apocalypse.