How could it possibly have been alright, I hear you ask? Well, everything always is, isn’t it? Alright one way or another. The theatre was closed for a month after the riot, by which time the robots had self-repaired and everything went back to exactly how it was before. Society didn’t disintegrate in the meantime, although according to sociologists, another week and you never know what could have happened.

David and Shirley learned to respect each other for what they were. The affair transformed their sense of worth to each other, and re-affirmed the magic of their love. Which was nice. Roger, however, was forced under threat of extreme violence to spend his evenings locked in the utility room. That is, until someone called Social Services in. Betty eventually lost custody of her husband, but was allowed to see him at weekends under supervision.

Mick and Katie quickly got tired of each other. Kids, eh?

Sean and Claire lived happily ever after. As if you didn’t know. Happily enough anyway. Although Sean did experience some minor discomfort for the rest of his days, when he didn’t eat enough fibre.

And the Robot Players? Ah yes the robots. Well, they continued to act the classics night after night, in a string of perfect yet accessible performances. And they would continue to do so to the very end of time, somewhere in the void of space.