Dunno, but my first computer tried to take over my life. I'll explain.
I took some computer classes, software mostly, and saw an ad in the newspaper in 1993, a Windows 3.1 computer that was built from parts by a EE in the suburbs. I took the train, bought this used computer after talking to the guy for a couple of hours, a real nice guy. Brought it home on my lap on the train.
I started out loving this machine, thinking of it as my friend (sort of), an ally in my quest to eventually develop a satisfactory life, a means of supporting myself. I'd been having a very tough time for a really long time working at low paying temporary jobs. I was really poor.
Eventually I installed a chess playing game on this and played it several games. It beat me every time. My feeling about this machine, this intelligence at my disposal by virtue of pressing a button and responding appropriately, interacting with the OS quickly began to change and I developed a fear, an antipathy, a strong negative energy. This overcame all the positive feelings I'd had, all my hopes. I immediately uninstalled the chess playing program and the negative emotions disappeared.
Now, I have at least 10 computers of one type or another, a bread machine, toaster oven, car, microwave. All these can be construed to be robots in some ways. I don't regard them as adversaries, they are to me allies. They serve me. I don't get angry at them. Well, I do at times talk to my computer but in my mind I'm not conversing with the machine but with the programmers who wrote the stupid programs I'm having problems with. Unfair, perhaps, but that's the way my mind is working at times. In some respects I am possibly right about these things at times, at other times, undoubtedly, not so much.