Grant Wood's stoic Midwestern couple, except the farmer has been replaced by a rust-and-green robot holding a wrench instead of a pitchfork. The woman remains unchanged. She has seen stranger things than this. The house is fine. The substitution is surgical — everything about American Gothic remains intact, except the farmer is a robot. Rust-orange face plate, green glowing eyes, a wrench held at his side with the same proprietary grip Wood's farmer reserved for his pitchfork. He fits. The wrench is doing the same ideological work the pitchfork always did.
