I was listening to the radio (a Canadian radio show called "As It Happens"), and heard about people who become emotionally attached to their Roombas. A Roomba is a robotic vacuum cleaner – you put it into a room, and it navigates around using a low-level artificial intelligence, and vacuums the floors. These Roombaphiles name them, attribute to them a gender, give them little bits of clothing (some kind of cover), and have even taken them on road trips. A woman interviewed had named her 3 Roombas Nigel, Basil and Clyde. The question arises: is it possible to love a Roomba too much?
Maybe I need a Roomba? To be my friend?