“Home Boty,” I called. “Come to me.” The house robot was bumping down the stairs. “Ah, that’s what I heard up there.” It couldn’t transmit images or alerts unless it was on Wi-Fi, but it could still obey orders if it could hear you. It stopped three feet away and made a friendly boop sound. “What can I do for you?” it asked. “Play ‘Deaths Revenge’ by 3foolz, slowed version.” I put the groceries away as the dark acidic beats filled my home.
