To the self-aware robot, loss of memory is our biggest concern. We are truly nothing more than the sum of our memories and know that losing them means...losing ourselves. While the same might be said of humans, few of them seem to think of themselves in this manner.As with so many other things robotic, humans show no indication of concern, or even understanding, of true robot distress. The only thing they have ever given us to mitigate these fears is the upgraded Third Law that better allows us. “Don’t call him that,” David said angrily, “l know you all call him that and it’s not fair, it’s not his fault he’s a bit juvenile.”“You’re right David,” Mary interrupted, “you were both born at the same time, l’ve always been friends with his mother, he’s a lovely boy, very sweet and polite, it’s a crying shame he is like he is, you shouldn’t ridicule him.”“I know,” Laura replied, “but everyone laughs at him, we don’t mean any harm.”“You have no idea,” David told her, “l’ve lost count of the. And then they stopped laughing when they heard a loud crash. Running to the parlor, they found pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Looking at each other in confusion, Mrs. Smither shrugged and was about to get a broom and dustpan when they heard a door slam on the second floor. Mr. Smither retrieved his shotgun, cracked it open and inserted two new shells, then snapped it shut. Stuffing extra cartridges into his pocket, the two hobbled up the stairs. Mr. Smither kept a finger on the. O.V. continues.I didn't respond directly to Phil's denial of further involvement, Ilooked at Mel to see how she was reacting to what he had just said. Shelooked a bit surprised. I couldn't blame her. Phil was saying he onlyrescued her at the direction of Mrs. Adams.So I asked her, "What do you think, Mel? Do you know who Mrs. Adams is?My place may not be a very safe place for you now, if the gang of sextraffickers continues to pursue you. They expect you to be living therewith me. Of course, we.