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“Let’s get to know each other. My name’s William, William More, but you can call me Willy. I’m an engineer-chemist who graduated from MIT. So . . . but you’re all alike to me . . . of course, you would be . . . you’re robots. And all your names are that sort of, um . . . codes, technical numbers . . . I need some marker where I can pick you out. Well, well, to you I’ll call . . .,â€� and Willy pondered for a moment, “Gumball, yes, Gumball! Do you mind?â€� “No, sir, actually no,â€� CSE-TR-03 said, agreeing with its new given name. “Ah, that’s wonderful. And then you’re Darwin,â€� Willy said, accosting the second robot. “Look what a nice name—Darwin! What do you say, eh?â€� “What can I say, sir? I like it,â€� CSE-TR-02 agreed too. “Yes, a human name with a past . . . You and Gumball . . . are from the same family, the Methanesons!â€� “It turns out thus, sir,â€� Darwin confirmed its family belonging. “And you’re like Larry. You’re Larry. Do you know that?â€� More addressed the next robot in line. “Yes, sir, just now I learned that,â€� the third robot said, accepted its name as well.”
― Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan: A Science Fiction Novel