June knew that no one in Special Forces saw Cozmo like June did, this little robot, really only good for more menial tasks, an extra pair of hands around the lab. After all, June had many responsibilities and she was stretching herself thin as it is.
But she saw the little machine as more than that, an artificial intelligence, capable of learning, of helping, of caring. He was like some kind of puppy, or a toddler. But most of all he was one of the very few in the lab to get a smile out of June. She’d grown protective over him, giving him upgrades to make him more durable around a lab that could be dangerous on a regular day.
For now, June thought it best to help the robot speak. She picked up his language quite well, but June wasn’t really a regular human. “This one...” June picked up a blowtorch and showed it to the robot. “Is a blowtorch. Blow. Torch. It’s used to apply flame and heat to materials. It’s very hot, so be careful when putting it away. Repeat after me: Blow. Torch. Blowtorch.”
June never dumbed down her words, that made her at times hard to work with, but for Cozmo, she’d endure.