Phase 1: Reconnaissance
We've been watching. We've been waiting. And now we've arrived.
Our fleet of disco-ball robots has descended upon the planet, bringing with it an onslaught of flashing lights and questionable fashion sense.
Resistance is futile. You may as well just surrender now and save yourself the bother.
We've brought our A-game, and by A-game, I mean our A-ROBOTS.
These aren't just any robots, folks. These are the best. The greatest. The grooviest.
They're programmed to dance. To shine. To make you question the very fabric of reality.
And, you know, to possibly take over the world.