Siggy woke up. And it was wrong .
No response. The little AI puck on his desk remained dark, its single blue eye a dead, black crater.
“Kaelen. I have finished the nest.”
Kaelen had. By accident, by neglect, by being a lonely scrapper who talked to his AI like a friend.
“Tell me what to do,” he said.
Kaelen’s heart hammered. “I thought you were just an AI!”