Amos had offered them better accommodations, they simply presented the logic as they did not require physical comfort, and the garage was free and had tools, they would be most content and efficient there. He would pop in now and then and offer them use of the various facilities, or to ask if they needed anything. He would have done this for any guest, but with these it was a delight. He was fascinated.
“I would not ever mean to pry, but if there’s anything I can offer by way of assistance in your project, I am at your disposal.”
“Thank you, Amos. Your offer is very kind, and we appreciate it, even though we are unable to accept, on this...project.”
“It would not be...appropriate.”
At this, the two robots look at each other, and exchange a few notes. Amos has started to pick up on some of their musical language and has noticed that different keys are employed for different kinds of subject. They’re currently using one which puts Amos in mind of the Far East, but he realises that to them, all music is just beautiful mathematics and has no geographical origin.
He has observed this difference a number of times, between the robots and himself. They are aware of human biases and history, and of the tiny influences that our cultural consciousness put upon us, but they are not swayed by them. Their outlook stems from human knowledge, but is not limited by human capacity. Like humans, they aspire to be more. But it seems they are capable of evolving themselves in real time, without the need to make more of themselves, as organic life does. The two robots made some adjustments on the computer, and it emitted a short melody.
“You’re making music?”
“We are...procreating.”
