"Arthur?" Tony questioned, popping the Lactaid and heading to the elevator to intercept the robot. If it was Arthur, it was Arthur. Who was he to question the kid?
"Thank you, Arthur," Tony said to the little bot, hip height, with shiny white paint and cheery blue indication lights. The robot's readout read YOU'RE WELCOME.
Tony brought the food to the coffee table.
"No. I wasn't allowed pets. According to my dad, we traveled too much, and it would just become Jarvis' job anyway because I liked forgetting about my responsibilities. So no. No pets. But I had DUM-E and U after I headed off to MIT."
Tony didn't call them pets. Because that might be weird. Weird like thanking the robot. Weird like talking to an empty suit.
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"Thank you, Arthur," Tony said to the little bot, hip height, with shiny white paint and cheery blue indication lights. The robot's readout read YOU'RE WELCOME.
Tony brought the food to the coffee table.
"No. I wasn't allowed pets. According to my dad, we traveled too much, and it would just become Jarvis' job anyway because I liked forgetting about my responsibilities. So no. No pets. But I had DUM-E and U after I headed off to MIT."
Tony didn't call them pets. Because that might be weird. Weird like thanking the robot. Weird like talking to an empty suit.