“Look who’s talking,” I said. “You with your boots and purple mohawk nonsense.” “That’s different. Fashion is different than making someone change. You keep telling her to be herself, but you’re the one making her change the most of all.” “I…” I paused. Donut was right. But in the words of the AI, this wasn’t Dr. Phil. We didn’t have the luxury of spending all day making sure we weren’t stepping on each other’s feelings. I didn’t want to be a jerk, but I also wanted to keep her alive. “You know what, you’re right, Donut. Next time I’ll ask her.” Donut patted me on the head. “Good boy, Carl.”
