It was raining, which meant Nia was bored, which meant trouble.
She wandered into the kitchen, where the little round speaker sat on the counter next to the fruit bowl. Nia leaned close to it, the way you might lean close to a friend to tell a secret.
“Play something cool,” she said.
The speaker lit up in a ring of blue.
Nia stared at it. “No. Cool. Like, cool cool. Music.”
Soft piano music floated out, it sounded exactly like the same song she had heard while sitting in the dentist’s waiting room last week. Nia groaned and flopped onto a kitchen chair.
Her little brother Nathan poked his head round the door. He was seven, and last week he had watched half of a movie about robots that take over a city, which was exactly half a movie too much.
“Is it listening to us?” he whispered.
“It’s a speaker, Nate.”
“But it answered. How does it know what you said?”
Nia opened her mouth to explain, and then closed it again. She didn’t actually know.
To cover this up, she picked up Mum’s phone to text Gran. Love you Gran, see you Sunday, she typed, and hit send without looking.
A minute later the phone buzzed.
Thank you, darling. It’s an old family recipe.
Nia scrolled up. Her message now read: Love your gravy, see you Sunday.
See it happen: tap Send
Nathan laughed so hard he had to sit on the floor.




