I can't imagine the amount of grief you've had to reprocess these last several months, or the amount of pain in speaking for someone who can't speak for themselves anymore. I'm so sorry you're going through this.

There's some of this in Feet of Clay, with the golems working non stop due to the commands written in their heads by humans. Not a 1 to 1 by any means, but is very thoughtful provoking on how we define being alive and sentience