“Will you take the gosling?” “I most certainly will not!” squawked the goose. “I can’t take in every orphan I see! You say this is your fault? It seems to me that it’s up to you to make things right.” “Mama! Mama!” peeped the gosling. “I have tried to tell him that I am not his mother,” said the robot. “But he does not understand.” “Well, you’ll have to act like his mother if you want him to survive.” There was that word again—act. Very slowly, the robot was learning to act friendly. Maybe she could learn to act motherly as well.
