Seven year-old No. One spent a lot of time last week pretending to be both a robot, and ‘One: Creator of All Robots on Robot World’. Walking with her to art camp I’d realize I was actually walking with a robot when I’d hear, “I AM ROBOT 33. WHAT ARE YOU?” “A Human” “NO, THERE IS ONLY ONE HUMAN ON ROBOT WORLD.” “Who’s that?” “ONE CREATOR OF ALL ROBOTS” “Yeah, I’m her dad.” “SHE TOLD US SHE WAS THE ONLY HUMAN ON THIS WORLD.” “Ah, well, I’m from another world.” “HOW DID YOU GET HERE?” “On a spaceship.” “ONE THE CREATOR OF ALL ROBOTS, TOLD US THERE WERE NO SPACESHIPS.” And so on. It was fun walking around talking to an argumentative robot. It did get us more than a few sidelong looks on the bus. Ah well, they were probably too bored before ROBOT 33, and I got there anyway. Friday instead of busing and walking to summer camp, we traveled via plane to visit with relatives—a family member had passed. It was really nice to get to visit w...