Responsible robot owners must avoid over-identification. Remember, for the robot, things didn’t just happen; it was created. That knowledge would drive a human being mad.
It cannot procreate. Abiological life is the ultimate in recursiveness: the unit is its own motherboard.
Yes, its internal power source periodically needs to be recharged. But such regular maintainance is a feature, not a bug — would you want a robot that was completely independent? And for you, too, power ultimately comes from without.
It cannot recognize itself in a mirror. This assertion sometimes confuses people, because it is always completely obvious to the robot which reflection must correspond to itself. But for full recognition to take place, at least a smidgen of uncertainly is required.
Emotions can be programmed as well as anything. The robot feels them in the same way that a deaf composer hears his music.
Its delusions, if any, are indistinguishable from those of its programmer.
The unit is, we assure you, completely unhaunted. What ghost would inhabit such a sleek and gleaming absence of rooms?
The only determinant of personality you control is the choice of name. Everything else is simply a product of entropy.
Weather can’t be escaped by staying under cover. Unstable isotopes decay. Solar winds can breach the magnetosphere. The earth slows, queering all clocks.
The robot’s greatest enemy accounts for sixty percent of your weight.