A Phillips #1 screwdriver, a plastic spudger (or guitar pick), and a soft brush.
It usually starts subtly. The robot that once confidently explored your home, disappearing under the sofa for a marathon cleaning session, now develops a case of “range anxiety.” It whirs back to its dock with a frantic beep, not because the bin is full, but because its digital heart is giving out.
Just remember: The robot may be reborn, but the dust bin still needs emptying. Some things never change.