How I Became a Robot in London--From 5,000 Miles Away

I am but a babe, exploring the world for the first time. Wearing a computerized glove, I reach forward in pursuit of a little toy basketball. A robotic arm and hand do the same, mimicking my every move. Slowly I grasp the object, lift it, swing my arm over, and let go, dropping the ball--ploink!--into a plastic cup. I am very, very proud of myself.