Oh I do love a weird future situation.
Granny1346 was released from the confines of its charging bay. At the click of disconnection it immediately wheeled out through the doors and down the ramp to the nursery. Granny1346 was one of the ones more suited to dealing with upset and crying children. A Comfort Granny.
The crying was coming from one of the children in the corner. He was weeping onto a pile of building blocks, face red and puffy.
“What happened?” The Granny had not yet been programmed with all the new children’s names and so did not yet have this particular child on file. It was a hindrance to the comforting but it was the best Granny1346 could do.
The child pointed at another sat nearby, playing happily with their own blocks. “She pushed them.” He said nasally.
He pointed at the blocks on the floor and started to cry harder, tears dripping onto the carpet.
Granny1346 was unable to intervene until all the facts had been stated clearly, but it had some leeway to ask leading questions to the very young.
“Did this child push your blocks over?” The child nodded and Granny1346 immediately sent a message to despatch a Punishment Granny. It wasn’t long before one wheeled into the room and stopped by the girl that Granny1346 indicated.
“Thank you, Granny1346.” The girl was led away for retraining on manners and behaviour. It would only be a few minutes but the Granny’s were aware that to children this felt like an hour. The concept of time did not make a lot of sense to children it seemed.
With its attention back on the crying child, Granny1346 extended a soothing hand. Coated in soft faux fur it was a favourite with many of the children. It patted the boy on the head and suggested several alternative playtime activities. It even suggested a go on one of the mood cycles - the release of endorphins during exercise being a well-known fact - but the boy just shook his head sadly. In the end, with no better suggestions, Granny1346 extended two grabbing claws and began to stack the building blocks again, lightly suggesting the boy help. After some careful coaxing and a few more pats on the head with the soothing hand, he began to help, changing a few of the blocks so that they were colour coded.
It only took a few minutes of block building before the boy was smiling again, tears forgotten. Granny1346 watched him for one exact minute longer and then wheeled back to its charging pod, uploading the data from the interaction into the database so it could be monitored, examined and carefully edited before being shown to the boy’s parents, wherever they might be.
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