“Of course I can! Which part of ‘AI-powered robotic canine companion’ do you not understand?” Pitchy was indignant. “Zarelle, Mommy, help!”
“Mommy?” Ryan grew even more confused.
I cleared my throat. “His programming needs some tweaking.”
I rescued the puppy from Ryan. “Go get dressed. Our dinner reservations at seven thirty.”
“Is this a new product of the Feymere Corp Group?” Ryan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dog. “It’s so real!”
“It’s a prototype from a lab I’m working with. Dr Code loaned it to me for a beta test.”
“Can I have one?” Ryan rubbed his palms together, suddenly intrigued. “I’ve always wanted a cool robot. Does it come in other shapes? I want an Optimus Prime.”
“You want a suit and a tie,” I poked my brother in the chest. “Hurry up and get dress
