Cutting the Umbilical Cord
It was a normal day for Caesar. He had woken up, eaten, taken a shower, and then grown an umbilical cord and attached himself to his lab.
At the moment, he was bent over his desk with a soldering iron and a half-completed circuit board. He wasn't starting it from scratch, instead modifying it to suit his own purposes. Well, actually, he had already modified it once, but that robot hadn't turned out so well. Caesar had narrowed it down to an electrical problem in the control board. It was normally a very reliable board from what he remembered--had the quality suffered during the last five years?
At least he was almost done fixing it and would be able to test if it resolved the problem soon.