I still have a childhood doll that may have been an early robot.
That’s right. My baby doll from the 60’s could walk, making her a robot predecessor! I was thrilled to have a pretty doll that could take steps toward me as I held out my arms toward her. The fact that she was battery-powered did not make her less human to me.
Her name was Kathy. Not to be confused with that other Cathy, a doll I did not own that could talk. My Kathy had blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a pretty pink dress. She was nice.
I had a lot of dolls. One day, I was faced with the choice of keeping only two baby dolls and giving the rest away. I was not a selfish child but parting with any of these dolls was like parting with people. I was learning that giving to others was a good thing. It was still painful making the decision.
Kathy, with her wonderful ability to walk, got to stay.