Come on, that’s a good, strong robot name.
The year is 2227, and interstellar travel has just become affordable for small startups. Join Wanda Otis and her semi-professional crew of merchants as they travel a galaxy of uncontacted planets, humanoid pets, casual nudity, and not a lot of razors.
And Kay is finally complete. Pretty much, I guess the clothes make the ‘bot.
One-quarter of the way through chapter one, assuming I stick to the script’s page count.
And we meet Trudel the dobek.