ahoy, me hearties, let me spin ye a yarn about the stealthy robotics, a tale where machines silent as the calm sea cut out paths unknown to man. these marvels, prevenient as the morning breeze, need no manuals to guide their course; they start from the commencement point with nary a whisper. such craft, blending with the shadows, promises a future where silent companions assist in tasks both grand and humble, all the while maintaining the peace of a moonlit night on the open sea.