“We are seemingly so different, yet we are all made of the same ‘stuff’.” One night I saw a robot looking out a window as it uttered this, apparently to no one in particular. Not willing to disturb the moment, I said nothing and moved on.
The robot sat on the edge of the dock, a structure made somewhat untrustworthy by time and environment. Tremendous inconvenience, not to mention possible water damage, shimmered under its dangling feet. It was precisely this probability that allowed the robot the focus on isolating signal from noise.