The first pet

“Jeff, we should buy you a pet,” Rhea said.

“But Mama,” Jeff clutched the metal figure of a puppy. “I already have a pet.”

The pet-bot pressed its muzzle against Jeff’s arm. As it let out a shrill electronic whimper, a tear drop rolled down from its eye.

“Woofer’s the best pet in the world.”

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