his own dreams

I still don’t quite know who this kid is.
But he does. Tolliver knows exactly who he is.

I cannot program his specific interests, cannot engineer a certain kind of success, nor am I eager to create an ambitious robot. He may diverge from my expectations, but love is a better teacher than a sense of duty.
It is not my job to railroad him into being who I want him to become, a gratifying mashup of biology and dreams, but to allow him to reveal his nature over time, in no particular order, through switchbacks and reversals along the way.
To watch him dance to the beat of his own dreams.