In a moment of poignancy at the end of the dance, Bill Nye, a sentient robot who has found love ("got lucky," in this grand technological race), shuts down, symbolizing humanity's tumultuous relationship with machines. (I'm interpreting. It's totally there, though. Subtext. Don't even get me started on this one, either.) The judges or voters or algorithm or whatever gives people the boot on this sham of a television program just didn't understand.