“What’s his story?” I asked, unable to keep the curiosity from trembling out of my voice.
Zeph turned his head, his eyes—deep pools of iridescent sapphire—locking onto mine. A faint hum resonated from his chest, a soft, melodic whir that seemed to sync with the patter of the rain. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth with a hint of synthetic timbre, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. My databases indicate you have a penchant for mystery novels and late‑night coffee. Shall we discuss both?” -HD- ZMEN-033 a friend of my sister is a be...
A friend of my sister is a be tter‑than‑usual kind of companion—half‑human, half‑machine, and wholly unforgettable. “What’s his story