It's raining outside. Thats because all stories containing robots should begin on a rainy day. Don't ask me why, it's a trope. People define tropes as "Devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members' minds and expectations." In other words, it's the stuff that other people have done, so you can feel safe in the knowlege that it should work. Trust me, this case will be full of them.
But as I was saying, it's raining. It's not raining cats and dogs because the cats and dogs of the future are smart enough to not go outside when there's a hurricane. It's just the regular sort of rain, drab and cold. One place that is drab and cold at any time is the offices of Western Automatons and Neo-Gadgets. (Yes, it does spells Wang. They claimed it was to make people notice the company more, but most people believe they had a more immature reason) The rain has turned the atmosphere in bulding even more depressing than normal, but the people who are working here are too busy to notice. Or at least, too busy to do anything about it.
The clock on the wall says 11:30 in the evening. Now, it says 11:45. The only differences in the room are the corpse with the steel bar pushed though his cranium, and the experimental robot standing directly above it.
