"What is it?" She looked at the small robot with endlessly piquing interest. It hovered about eight inches above the ground, its light blue jets each firing at different intervals. Cocking its head, the light-filled eyes blinked questioningly at her.
"I don't know," he said, also drinking in the feeling of wonder, "but I think we should call him Echo."
"Echo," she said, turning the name over in her mouth, "Echo. It fits."
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General FictionSome prompts that I made up. If you want to use them, please ask first via private message.. I reserve all rights to them, and they may only be used with my permission. Thanks! :) -Kyla
