“Diagnostic complete,” Chuck said. “I am Parrot Chuck 3.0. Unique specifications: empathetic learning matrix. Solar-independent flight endurance: 47 hours. Onboard memory: the complete cultural and linguistic history of the Eastern Seaboard. Also: thirteen thousand knock-knock jokes.”
Elias smiled for the first time in three months. “No, Chuck. We’re out of crackers. We’re out of everything.” parrot chuck 3.0
“Knock knock,” he said.
The room went cold. Elias’s hands fell to his sides. He hadn’t programmed that. He hadn’t programmed any of the survival protocols into Chuck 3.0. He’d built the bird to be a companion, a storyteller, a last library of human warmth. Not a navigator. Not a savior. “Diagnostic complete,” Chuck said