Back in the late 1990s, there was a quirky band called Servotron. In my opinion, they are quite forgettable, but one of their songs finds its way into my head from time to time – not because of its quality or its tune, but just because of the images the title evokes. They called it, “All Robots (Report to the Dance Floor).” Every time I think about it, I conjure up mental images of mechanical beings gyrating to the beat of electronic dance music. In my head, they step, bend, twist and execute all sorts of inorganic-looking moves. It’s chaos.