Calvin pauses, the silence stretching, thick and expectant like the calm before a data surge. The cool fluorescent lights of her office hummed, amplifying the weight of the past. I could almost see the spectral image of that long-gone robot, Robbie, reflected in her steely gaze, a ghost of technological innocence haunting her memory. She studies me now, those sharp, intelligent eyes gauging my reaction to this brief glimpse into robotic history, a history she helped forge, and perhaps, regrets.

## What will you do?