Parrot Chuck 3.0 | SECURE |

The parrot tilted its head. Its feathers were not feathers at all but millions of microscopic solar scales, each one a photovoltaic whisperer. Chuck 3.0 hopped onto the edge of the workbench and surveyed the bunker: the rusted shelves, the dwindled water jugs, the map on the wall dotted with red X’s where salvage teams had died.

“Chuck the survival protocols. We leave at dawn.” parrot chuck 3.0

Elias smiled for the first time in three months. “No, Chuck. We’re out of crackers. We’re out of everything.” The parrot tilted its head

“How do you know about the radiation?” Elias asked, voice steady. the dwindled water jugs

Elias slumped against the wall. “I built you to recite poetry.”

“Who’s there?”

Elias paused. “Hope who?”