So, this is the future? It’s not exactly what I’d expected, although Eskom’s loadshedding is still a thing in the post-apocalypse so that’s consistent.
Anyway, this is POOCH. She’s a robot. And a dog. A robot-dog, and a very good girl. Aren’t you, POOCH? Yes, you are. WHO’S A GOOD GIRL? YOU ARE.
POOCH, sit.
Roll over.
What you got there, POOCH?
WHO’S THE PRETTIEST POOCH EVER?
Now, play dead. Play dead, POOCH!
Stay.
No, we don’t eat birds, POOCH. They’re probably irradiated.
What is that smell?
What? It’s not like you’ve got more important things to do on a Wednesday, anyway.