Maybe teal can remember the sci-fi writer who penned a story (I don't think it was "I, Robot" but maybe it was.)
It's a tale of the space age equivalent of a snake oil salesman, a shady character who has an aging old spaceship and a robot. He goes from one space colony to another, putting his robot to work, to make their living. The only problem is, his robot has murdered someone at almost every colony they have visited, and they're running out of places to go.

The robot, you see, goes bonkers if it gets too hot. Any job where the conditions are too hot causes the robot to start dancing around in a crazy jig singing "All reet all reet, The heat the heat!" Then it goes homocidal. When the owner sees what's happening, he pleads to the point of frustration and tears to the robot to behave or they'll have to be on the run again. But the robot runs amok and they have to flee, and it's happening more and more often.

I think of that story when conditions get like they were yesterday-- 96 degrees Farenheit, heat index of 104, and humidity of 90%. Miserable weather where the least movement causes torrents of sweat. I can't function when it gets too hot, it lays me out. Dottie says she went to a birthday party yesterday afternoon in her sons yard and
everybody got so hot they were snapping at each other. Heat will make humans--and robots--go bonkers.

susil