My robot has a face. It still does not like me but I think I can change that. I’ve cobbled it together out of things that are ugly and though the result is usually something pretty with ugly parts, today it’s just a cobbled-together thing with ugly parts and an ugly whole. I am sorry, robot. I’ll make good, I swear I will. Let me be the first to admit that I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’m doing something. And that’s as good as it’s going to get for right now.