Dr. Molovo lived in a luxurious apartment that was built right into the robot factory. Art and books and leather furniture filled the rooms. Classical music always seemed to be playing softly in the background. As you might expect, she had a robot butler who cooked and cleaned and made sure everything was exactly as she liked it. Dr. Molovo’s home was a comfortable place to grow old.
The woman was standing in her living room, gazing at the city through a wall of windows. The sky was cloudy, but her mind was clear. Destroying the ROZZUM unit was the correct thing to do.
However, Dr. Molovo had a secret.
A wooden door opened, and in walked the butler. He was carrying a limp robot in his arms. It was Dr. Molovo’s newest creation, a special project she’d been tinkering with for years. And the time had come to bring this robot to life.
“Put her over there,” said the woman. The butler carefully laid the robot upon the soft cushions of a sofa. Then he turned and marched out the door.
Dr. Molovo walked across the room. She stared down at the robot for a while, admiring her own handiwork. Finally, she leaned in close and said, “Wake up, Roz.”