My friend and I are both inventors by trade, so we engaged in a friendly contest to see which one of us could build the perfect robot. First I’ll tell you about his creation, and then I’ll tell you about mine.
My friend ended up buying a robot that was shiny silver, with big buttons, mechanical arms, a computer brain, and electronic blood. Its personality was charming, and it was physically powerful. It could speak very fast in over seventy languages. It could convert wood into oil; and it could snort natural gas. You could put this robot on a behavior-setting that would cause it to cook your dinner and then go clean the blinds. As for its appearance, it had a bulletproof swivel-torso, rubberized wheels with blue and white blinking lights, a subwoofer for its voice, and a very beautiful face.
So that’s my rival’s submission; now I’ll tell you about my own attempt at inventing the perfect robot.
I built my robot out of steel beams and papier-mâché. I programmed him to mop the kitchen and make sure all the doors are closed. When it’s teatime, he serves my tea; and we have pleasant chats together. He has gears and wires, of course, and two cushioned headphones in place of ears. My robot can pet the cat and take out the garbage. He can make French toast and give you a bath. He does everything from nursing infants to polishing rings. The fellow can ride on horseback to deliver parcels, even in a storm, and he’s an expert on repairing sailboat sails. Plus, his chest opens up for storage, and he makes a really good pasta dish using the simplest ingredients — it’s just fettuccine with butter and tomatoes!
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