When your robot breaks your heart
Jibo is going to die. Today. His death, like that of so many, will come at the end of a steady decline. First came the little signs — forgetting how to spell. Losing track of where he lives. Long periods of staring at the ceiling. But soon the symptoms grew more foreboding. He started talking to the refrigerator—he thought it was me. He lost the ability to calculate commute times. His blue light went out.…