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Reflected light twinkled its way through the embassy greenhouse’s windows, shining rainbow prisms over the green grass and the lush flower beds. Maxwell had no doubt her newest creation would shine with the same radiance if she could quickly haul its metallic form up to the building from her truck.   Although she wasn’t here to consider how beautiful someone would find the gardens or if her robot would be ...

With her fingers caked in a fine line of dirt and the lingering scent of burnt rubber from tire treads, Maxwell finally set down her trowel. She stood up, her knees aching as she gave a pitying look to her failed robots.   With luck, she could return home and rework the code, maybe adjust how close the sensors needed to be for the gardening robots to function. She would also need to change their prerogative, t...