It was a warm summer afternoon. They sat on the front porch eating ice cream,
watching the machines walk by.
The boy looked up at the man and asked “Dad, who makes all the robots?”
“The robots do,” the man said.
“Then who makes the robots who make the other robots?” asked the boy.
“Well, other robots, that’s the way it’s always been.”
“But where did the first robots come from?” demanded the boy.
The man took a bite of his cone and thought for a moment. “I don’t suppose I know.
Some think it was humans.”
“But Dad,” the boy said, “people don’t know how to make robots.”
“Yep.” the father replied.
It was a warm summer afternoon. They sat in silence on the front porch eating ice cream,
watching the machines walk by.
