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silly to learn the wrong answer,” insisted Max.
    â€œPlease, Max, can we discuss this later? We need to get through the rest of the review. Go ahead, Noa.”
    Max and Fuzzy sat silently for the rest of the class. Max scowled, but Fuzzy was expressionless. Max wondered what he was thinking. Then she realized she hadn’t been paying attention to the review and groaned. She’d have to study extra-hard tonight.

2.6.5
    Meanwhile, Barbara—who had camera eyes in every classroom—had just given both Max and Fuzzy another discipline tag for distracting from the learning environment and had lowered Max’s school citizen score several points for questioning the importance of UpGrading.

3.1
HISTORY CLASS
    â€œDon’t worry, Fuzzy,” said Max as they walked down the hall. “Mr. Xu’s class is gonna go much better.”
    â€œYeah,” said Simeon, who had joined a group following Max and Fuzzy down the hall. “Xu’s really cool. He’s going to think having a robot for a student is totally awesome!”
    Max groaned. Simeon was another one of the old-fashioned slang users like Krysti. Plus, she was annoyed that Simeon was even there at all.
    Max knew she should be glad that some of the other kids liked Fuzzy, too—after all, that was the whole point of a Robot Integration Program. But she couldn’t help being a little irritated that they were all hanging aroundnow. She’d hardly had a chance to talk to Fuzzy herself. And she had so many questions.
    But this wasn’t a great time to talk anyway, since Mr. Xu’s class was in Hallway D and there was barely enough time to get there before the chime rang and Barbara started giving out discipline tags.
    Mr. Xu was, in fact, very excited to meet Fuzzy.
    â€œI’m sure everyone is as curious as I am. Would you mind answering some questions, Fuzzy?” he asked once the class was settled.
    â€œNo, I would not mind,” said Fuzzy.
    Lots of kids put their hands up, but Mr. Xu said he wanted to ask the first question. “How old are you?” he asked.
    â€œMy current software, Fuzzy.9, was turned on twenty-two days ago. However, I am aware of my previous actions and training since my central processors were brought online four hundred and eighty-three days ago.”
    â€œLet’s see,” said Mr. Xu. “Divide 483 by 365 and . . . So, you’re about a year and a half old!”
    â€œCorrect,” said Fuzzy.
    â€œFascinating,” said Mr. Xu. “OK, who’s got the next question?” Hands went up. “Simeon, go ahead.”
    â€œDo you use batteries or what?” asked Simeon.
    â€œYes. In fact, forty-five percent of my weight is batteries, stored here in my abdomen, pelvis, and thighs.” Fuzzy pointed to his rear end and did not seem to mind everyone laughing at him.
    â€œHow long do they last?” asked Krysti.
    So much for her not caring about robots
, thought Max with a smile.
    â€œAn average of 55.3 hours,” he said. “If I were, say, in a desert or on some other planet, I would have solar panels sent along with me to extend the time between recharges at a base station.”
    Biggs was in this class, too, and Max was completely unsurprised to hear him ask the dumbest question of all time: “Do you use the bathroom?”
    Apparently Mr. Xu thought this was a dumb question, too, because he was just about to fuss at Biggs about it. But then they were all surprised when Fuzzy answered. “Yes. I have a coolant system to control the temperature of my processors. This creates condensation, or tiny water droplets, which collect in a short tube and must be emptied from time to time. A bathroom would be a convenient place for me to do so.”
    The few titters of laughter stopped when Mr. Xu tapped lightly on his desk.
    â€œCan you send a text message?” asked Jenny, a girl who was usually too full of herself to take an