The year is 3875 AD.
The future is a glorious place filled with marvels.
There are no animals.
A girl named Honey is about to see something truly extraordinary.
Just another story about a girl and her dog.
"I could make you your own robot, one made of rose gold with amber eyes," Pepper replied, placing a hand on Honey's shoulder.
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"I don't want a robot, I want information," Honey replied, shrugging his hand off. "That's hardly surprising, I'm very intelligent," he said as she rolled her eyes. "What do you want to know about? The history of the Pre Raphaelite Brotherhood? Or how to trick your parents into letting you dress like a teenager instead of a farm girl?" Instinctively, she wanted to defend the dress she hated and the mother who drove her crazy, but instead, she pressed on. "I want to know about animal conspiracies and rich people, in particular animal conspiracies and dogs," Honey said, and Pepper's faintly superior expression vanished as his eyes widened with surprise. "We need to go to your roof immediately," Pepper said, firmly heading for the chamber door. "But it's raining outside!" Honey protested. "Now, Mademoiselle Bun!," Pepper snapped, lowering his voice. He started to march firmly down the stairs and she followed after a moment of brief hesitation. The entire brief walk had been filled with shivery damp silence, accompanied by Pepper occasionally swearing when he stepped into a mud puddle. Eventually they reached the top of Honey's roof. Though she had tried so often to forget, she couldn't help but think of the last time she had been up here, alone with Pepper, and how different it had been. The air had been warm, warm enough to wear a thin nightgown and be completely content. She remembered the rush she had felt.
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"Ugh, It's freezing up here! There's actual water on my skin," Pepper shuddered pathetically. That was enough to snap her back into reality. "You're the one who insisted on coming up here!" Honey snapped back. "And your mothers are the ones who insist on real rain for all their plants every Sunday night." "Ugh that's Mother One, she has this barbaric idea that genuine rain makes roses happy," Pepper growled. The rain started to calm down, eventually stopping altogether. He sighed with relief and flung off his soaking wet coat, folding his arms across his chest and shivering. His teeth started to chatter.
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