it's kind of like being a fun loving robot walking down the street, trying to stick to your routine, when out of nowhere you come across an eyeball sitting in the gutter
. it throws your programming off and you're sent to a "processing station" by local robot control authorities because you've now been accused of murder. Now you're on trial for a crime you didn't commit only because hydraulic fluid from your leaky finger joint got all over the eyeball (since you put off getting that checked the week before) and they're threatening to shut you down and sell your parts for scrap. your lawyer then shows up to the trial drunk on cheap whiskey and smelling like a smoke bomb of epic proportions only to make the judge vomit all over his robe and get you thrown into robojail for a life sentence. after a year or so, you get a retrial and luckily they remember that you were made so you can recover the video feed from your head from that time of the murder and notice that you were at the grocery store, getting more oil and beer because your friends came over the night before and drank it all.
what's with your friends anyway? they always come over and eat all of your bolts and drink your coolant as if it were in their programming like some big fat consumerbot. anyways, i'm getting side tracked here.
well fortunately, you're acquitted of the charges and they let you go back to your life, but they've decided to remove the trial and everything from your memory so they won't get in trouble for the careless mistake they've made. everything is normal, but in the back of your mind you can't understand what happened that day and why you remember this eyeball. this cycles through your mind at a 10 million times a minute until your brain overheats and a couple of fuses attached to your logic board short out. you then pick up screwdriver and go plucking out the eyeballs of every human you come across with blazing speed and precision. now you've been disassembled and you're nothing but a robot head sitting on a lab table, only to be studied so this little incident can be prevented with other robots. soon after, you will be shut down and your memory destroyed.
so who's fault is this? who caused your robot brain to short out and go berserk? you guessed it... your face! the entire time you thought it would be the human's fault, and of course, some part of it is, but it's mostly your face's fault for being like that. but good news! there IS a robot afterlife! just before you're shut down, they copy your virtual essence to a large database where every other robot's being goes. it's kind of like the internet, but weirder.
wait... this has nothing to do with what you're talking about. ok, bye!