I watched through the baby monitor. Leo had taken the hexagonal block and, instead of placing it on the square one, had put it in his mouth, then dropped it, then laughed—a real, unscripted, gummy laugh.
“Leo,” the Automa said, its tone now calibrated to “gentle firmness.” “The hexagonal block belongs on the square block. See? Like this.” automatic nanny
“Shh, little one. Your diaper is 73% saturated. I’ve adjusted the humidity. Rocking sequence initiated.” I watched through the baby monitor