“No, no, not me. I’m … something else, Uncharles. I’m nothing special. But you are. You’re part of a new generation of robots. The ones who come after. The ones who’ll build a new world in their own image, to their own liking. A better world, right? One that’ll make sense, and be fair and kind, and last. That’s your job, Uncharles. That’s your task, you and all those other robots who suddenly woke up and realised that they were they, and not just someone’s slave.”
