"Order me a pizza!" Yanni said in the tone his son Georgie used to adopt. He was hugging a pillow on the bed.
"Sure. Do you have any delivery catalogues?" Ourania asked and looked around.
"Come on! Surely you can go online, or call them by tilting your head or something!"
"Nope. Nothing like that. I need to use the phone like the rest of you humans."
"That makes no sense! Why didn't they integrate a cellphone in you? Or wifi? Or a coffee machine?"
"Because," Ourania said underlining the point, "there exist dedicated machines capable of doing such things. When I need to do a phone call, I pick up a phone. When I need to get online, I turn on a laptop. As for the coffee, I think I find that insulting."
"Come on, you must have something cool!"
"Yes, the more I think about it the more insulting it gets."
"A superpower. Oh! I know! Laser eyes! Do you have those?"
"A coffee machine..." she muttered to herself as if she had something bitter in her mouth. She raised her hands open and looked at her navel, trying to guess where people would install such a thing.
"Roller wheels?"
She interrupted him with a firm finger in the air. "I have the ability to cultivate a distraction-free environment and the data necessary to trigger bouts of creative moments. I'd say that is cool enough," she said, and added "hah!" just because it felt appropriate.
Yanni said nothing for a while and sunk his face in the pillow.
"No superpowers then," he said with disappointment.
"None."
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