Dinner rush was hitting hard, not a seat at the counter was empty
It was moments like this that made Tracy’s spirit sing
Nudging her to be more efficient taking orders, expediting, and jumping on the line
Energy flowed from her to her customers satisfying their appetite for perfection
Rush ended and Tracy felt wrung out since she had poured out her soul into their meals
As the 3D printer printed out another iteration of his robot’s body, Martin pondered if this method of construction could be considered hand crafted. He had designed the robot shell in Autodesk Inventor, carefully putting in every curve and thickness. He had precisely lined up the mounting holes so that all the electronics would fit perfectly with just enough space to make it relatively simple to assemble while making it look tight and tidy to an outside observer. He had put the previous prototype together, piece by piece, including programming the behaviors himself. He had molded those behaviors, creating new routines and shaving off excess commands till the code was beautifully efficient.
As Martin watched that previous prototype scurry along the floor, he decided it was hand crafted in this new digital age. That means he could claim to be a robot artisan, and Martin like the sound of that.