“Where’s my robot? I’m cold and I’m thirsty.”
“She’s coming, Grans,” said Carloni.
The small, pink and blue android strolled into the room with a blanket under one arm and a steaming mug in the other hand.
“Ah, thank you, Lazonea.”
“My pleasure, Grans.”
Grans smiled. She would take all the grandkids she could, and her android lived to please her, though one must ignore the fact that they were programmed to do so and simply enjoy.
“Lazonea, are you a girl?”
The android tilted her head and replied, “I’m not sure,” and tilting her head the other way, continued, “what that means.”
Carloni eyed Grans with a frown, “Grans, androids aren’t girls or boys. That was eons ago. Androids are androids.”
Grans’ face went slack. She turned to Carloni, “Are you a girl?”
Her grandchild came to her side, knelt by her chair, and spoke softly, “Grans, I told you, gender went out of fashion 50 years ago, before I was born. I’m not a gender. You’re one of the last females.”
“I’m so confused,” said Grans as tears welled in her eyes.
Carloni held her hands and placed their head on her lap.