An Anecdote

It starts out small. It’s locked inside our heads, hard to draw out. Slowly, it begins to express itself. Drawings and sketches appear. Ideas grow and take shape, clashing against […]

It starts out small.

It’s locked inside our heads, hard to draw out. Slowly, it begins to express itself. Drawings and sketches appear. Ideas grow and take shape, clashing against each other for dominance.

The best idea is chosen. We ponder about it by day, dream about it by night. We draw it precisely, considering every possibility, constantly refining it. It matures in our minds, comes out on our screens. When we sign it and date it, we consider it done.

Then the shop really comes to life. The saw groans, the sander whistles. The mill and drill presses creak. The sound of metal grinding metal echoes throughout the shop.

A soft whoosh and a crackle pierce the air, and suddenly, sparks fly. A river of silver appears, fusing two separate pieces of metal into one whole. Again and again, a whoosh, a crackle, sparks. It’s coming together.

Slowly, it begins to take shape. Our hard work is rewarded as everything begins to come together. We craft its DNA line by line, wire its nervous system together.

Then, one day, thirty-eight days after we start, it’s finished. We dust off our hands and gather around our newest robot, proud of our hard work.