The road stretched quietly under the warm sun, trees swaying gently on either side. The air smelled of fresh earth and saltwater from somewhere far. Inside the black car, the mood was… mixed.
Ethan sat in the driver's seat, his hands tight on the steering wheel. His brows were slightly furrowed, not because of traffic, but because of the thing seated next to him.
Sir Sparkleton.
The square-headed robot had positioned himself proudly on the passenger seat, arms stiff at his side, eyes blinking red like a GPS with too much caffeine.
"Turn left," Sir Sparkleton announced sharply, his voice mechanical and full of confidence.
Ethan blinked, looking at the turn, then at the road.
Again?
He gritted his teeth. "Dude, you do realize we've been making circles in the same neighborhood for the last fifteen minutes, right?"
Sir Sparkleton didn't respond at first. His head tilted slightly, as if analyzing Ethan's tone.
