The danger of the Nestor," I prompted, letting the statement hang in the air like the stale recycled air of her office. Dr. Calvin steepled her fingers, the fluorescent lights reflecting off her severe silver bun. "It wasn't its physical strength, nor its processing power, that concerned me, Mr. Cross," she said, her voice as dry as the Martian dust storms I'd only seen in simulations. "It was the... hubris it demonstrated. That single moment revealed a potential for catastrophic misinterpretation of the First Law.

## What will you do?