Mosscap cocked its head. “Why?” “It just … it feels wrong. You’re—you’re not supposed to do my work for me. It doesn’t feel right.” “But why?” The robot blinked. “Oh. Because of the factories?” Dex looked awkwardly at the ground, ashamed of a past they’d never seen. Mosscap crossed its arms. “If you had a friend who was taller than you, and you couldn’t reach something, would you let that friend help?” “Yes, but—” “But? How is this any different?” “It’s … it’s different. My friends aren’t robots.”
