By way of introduction My name is Monica, and one of these days I will manage to crack the walls between life, intelligence, and imitation. Until then, I have decided that the more confused I am about the difference, the more I must be making progress. I am making excellent progress. I am a roboticist. And I'm not the only one. But for now I'm separated from my colleagues on this gloomy struggle to earn a Master's degree in Washington D.C. It's not the friendly place that Portland was, especially not for my simple, trusting robots, and we are all suffering. My robots will introduce themselves.