“We are seemingly so different, yet we are all made of the same ‘stuff’.” One night I saw a robot looking out a window as it uttered this, apparently to no one in particular. Not willing to disturb the moment, I said nothing and moved on.
I caught one of the robots in a moment of self-contemplation and had to take a few minutes to sketch out the scene as I remembered it. I never did ask the robot what it was doing, what it was thinking.