Mina

This will be tough to hear, Cecily, and it’s difficult for your father and me too: Mina, your best friend, your personal robot, has cancer. Basically, the more human we made your friend, the more the potential liabilities—you don’t know what those are. But even if we replace her flesh, that would only extend the pain, since it’s spreading from the inside out—from her hybrid organic-silicon brain to her electromagnetic joints to everything else. So…we think today is the day. So that she doesn’t suffer anymore. Someday, when you’re ready, maybe we can try with a new best friend, okay?