"Momma, I figured out what I want to be when I grow up."

"Really? You don't want to be a toothpaste engineer anymore?"

"No."

"A flagpole?"

"No. Now I want to be an inventor when I grow up."

"That sounds great. What are you going to invent?"

"Probably, the world's first robot."

"Mmmm. Yeeeaah, I'm pretty sure there are already robots."

"Oh."

"Maybe you can invent the world's first robot that does something no other robot does."

"That's a good idea."

"Liiiike, maybe, the world's first robot that cooks my dinner?"

"No! That wouldn't be a good invention. Maybe, I'll invent the world's first robot that would be very responsible."

"Well, that would be something new. What would you name it?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"How about Hal?"

"No, that's not a very good name for the world's first robot that would be very responsible."

"So science fiction would tell us, I guess."

"Maybe Chad."