David Wachs was giving a tour of Handwrytten, his robotic writing company in midtown Phoenix.
“Every note this robot is writing is different,” he explained. “Our client is sending notes to Carmen, John, Susan each one is personalized.”
The robot, which closely resembled a small desktop laser-printer, clutched a gold metallic pen in one tiny arm, bobbing and jabbing at a thank-you note to someone named Triana.
Wachs reached over and touched the robot, which beeped and went still. A Handwrytten employee hurried over. “I don’t know what I did,” Wachs said. “I shouldn’t have touched it. Sorry.”