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I checked the robotic mouse that was waiting on an X taped on the floor.

Okay, my owlish friend, time for the test. I said, “Catch the mouse.”

The larger robot on her perch turned her head to blink unevenly at me with yellow eyes. Her beak opened into a shrill “Whyyy?”

“What?” I asked. “Go hunt!”

“Whyyy?”

English responses to commands wasn’t in her code. I scanned the project’s access log on my tablet then shot my chair across the floor to the desk where I could better view our 3D data projections.

“Huuunt?” Her beak clicked at the end of the word.

“Yeah.”

Limbs of feathery plastic fluttered.

Her talons clenched around my head.

Owl © 4924546

Happy Saturday thoughts from a science fiction literary convention. Be safe!

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