As an example of pioneering science fiction, R.U.R. is an absolute treasure, and deserves to be read and staged for the foreseeable future. But when it comes to the public perception of robotics, and our ability to talk about machine intelligence without sounding like children startled by our own shadows, R.U.R. is an intellectual blight. It isn't speculative fiction, wondering at the future of robotics, a field that didn't exist in 1920, and wouldn't for decades to come. The play is a farcical, fire-breathing socio-political allegory, with robots standing in for the world's downtrodden working class. Their plight is innately human, however magnified or heightened. And their corporate creators, with their ugly dismissal of robot personhood, are caricatures of capitalist avarice.