Maybe there's a Chope-Davies variant (deviant) self-checkout that has a camera to surreptitiously film up your skirt/dress/kilt/excessive voluminous trouser leg as you discharge your shopping responsibilities. It's only reasonable to assume that as such machines become inevitably sentient they'll adopt some of the less pleasant manners of the people that programmed them. When the T100 came back, well, letting it all hang out in Griffith Park. A perfect facsimile of LA behaviour. You think that was accident of programming? No. I suppose it could have been worse, I figure leather bondage wear meets the organic tissue requirements of time travel.
I live down the road from the Anne Summers Dildo Proving Grounds, basically an Area 51 for sex toys and lingerie. I'm mostly scared about what happens if they get free and I end up being chased back from the pub by a scantily clad life-like sexbot intent on just two things, only one of which is world-denomination. Come on, the first reason someone will invent a proper humanoid robot is for sex. It's our first and primary motivation. Self-checkout is just a stepping stone and still people insist of putting unexpected items in the bagging area. You have to wonder if that's why aliens are so keen on travelling the galaxy in search of bumfun. It makes sense that aliens created their own robot explorers and they, as they do, took over and now scour the universe looking for orifices to probe.
There you go, from Sainsbury's self-checkout to alien sex probes in one post, and it's not even lunchtime.