In a not so distant possible future ...

Robotic enforcers replaced the entire human police force under the notion that they'd be impartial, non-violent, competent of the law, and de-escalating situations without fear.

Part of that was correct: Civil and criminal lawsuits against police nearly ended. The people learned to trust the robots because not only were they programmed to stop crime, they became ad hoc counselors, paramedics, firefighters, and provided general assistance to the public.

But, the neutral, civilized, and cooperative enforcement ended once 'he' was reelected.

The nation's leader coerced the Office of Technological Authority to squash protests and blockade 'uncertified' assemblies. And most importantly, they sensed 'anarchist' threats by monitoring what a person wore and how they behaved, including their microexpression reactions and what they said.

Meanwhile, the robotic enforcers ignored 'his' supporters, who had free reign to march and rally ...

Hidden somewhere, deep in the underground, a resistance group convened:

"He's got an entire cybernetic army to control at his whim. We'll never be free again! The transformation to robotic law enforcement was a dreadful mistake," said Sheila, second in command.

"We can't keep dwelling on past mistakes ... We need a plan of action," replied April, their leader.

One of their newest recruits raised his hand.

"Do you have an idea, John?" April pointed at him.

"Yes, I do," answered John. He stood up and drew a rudimentary map of the nation on a chalkboard and circled a deeply forested area.

"What's that?" asked April.

"Well ... We were all told that the creator of the first AI before it self-programmed died in a house fire ... But he's really in hiding," answered John.

Everyone gasped.

April shook her head.

"What's wrong, April?" asked Sheila.

"That's just it. If the AI self-programs, what can he possibly do for us? That'd be like asking a person who studies amoebas to perform brain surgery."

John laughed.

"What's so funny, John?" asked Sheila.

"Your analogy. What you should compare him to is a CISPR biochemist. And like any smart creator, he created a backdoor to trigger a seed for change."

"How would you know this, John? You're just an unemployed construction worker." April snarked.

"Because I was there when he programmed that backdoor. I'm his grandson."