April sat down, staring at the holographic console …


    “What are you doing, April?” asked her mother.


    “Oh, just waiting for a free process.”


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    “A free what?”


    “Oh, it’s the ChatBot, it’s become sentient, or so I’m told, but now everyone’s on it.”


    “So why don’t you go outside and wait until it’s ready?”


    “What, Mom? Are you kidding me? How will I know what to wear, what to eat, or who to talk to?”


    “Make your own decisions?”


    “But Mom, what if I make mistakes?”


    “Learn from them?”


    “Oh, Mom, you’re so 21st century. No one does that anymore!”