Robotic baby

I held a robot baby in my hands. It, he, she was tiny, as small as the palm of my hand. And so ugly! Wires protruding from a cubicle shaped head, no eyes to be seen, colored grey. Still I felt the perseverance and stamina of the tiny creature as it kicked its metallic but still warm legs against my palm. Suddenly it, he, she started to laugh bubbly like babies do, and I thought: ok, I'm going to love this baby as good as I can.