I lean back in the worn leather chair, the scent of dust and aging paper rising from the brittle Robbie case notes. The file is thin, yet somehow pregnant with implications that stretched across decades, shaping not only U.S. Robots and Mechanical Men, Inc., but the very fabric of human-robot relations. Dr. Calvin watches me, her expression unreadable, as I trace the faded ink of the incident report, searching for the key to understanding the dawn of our uneasy partnership with machines.

## What will you do?