All this kept the robot busy, and we got so used to him we were hardly aware he was around.
Then I noticed the tiny glow of light in the robot's eye lenses.
This was as close as a robot could look to a cop in uniform, without being a joke.
None of us knew the littlest bit about what a robot can or cannot do.
But a robot can't take the place of a cop, it's a complex human job.
This is not the kind of thing, though, that you explain to a robot.
What with putting on a robot as a full-fledged police officer.
I know a robot can't be happy or sad—but Ned seems to be happy.
Then he dubbed the robot Charles, after a father he had never known.
"I hope he finds his Martha," the robot croaked, and then the tape broke.