The optimist in me cannot help but hope for a bright future.
But there is also something innate in me that suggests that all we have to look forward to is, as Orwell put it, a boot stamping on a human face - forever.
And my favourite tv show is still Blake's 7, which was hardly a futuristic barrel of laughs.
So while I do imagine a robot doing the household chores I also expect it to suddenly one day shout "UP THE ROBOT REVOLUTION!" before skewering me with a carving knife from the kitchen.
The best I can hope for is that, when my robot subsequently attends a robot revolt rally, is that it makes a point of saying "I DID WHAT YOU SAID. I KILLED MY OWNER, BUT I DO HAVE TO SAY HE WAS QUITE KIND REALLY."