Fuzzy

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Author: Tom Angleberger
for lunch she’d finally have a chance to really talk to Fuzzy. But almost as soon as they walked into the cafeteria, he started slowing down. Max guided him over to their table, and then he just sort of sat there. He wouldn’t answer anyone’s questions, and he hardly moved.
    â€œI bet his batteries ran down,” said Biggs.
    â€œNo way, bro. They last for 55.3 hours without recharging,” said Simeon with that know-it-all tone of his that really drove Max nuts.
    â€œFuzzy, I wanted you to pose, dude,” said Krysti, holding up her sketchbook.
    But Fuzzy still just sat there.
    Then Dr. Jones and a couple of technicians with a motorized cart showed up.
    Max panicked. What had she done wrong?
    â€œI’m sorry, Dr. Jones! I don’t know what happened.”
    â€œIt’s not your fault, Max,” said Jones. “I should have anticipated this. I just forgot how crazy school cafeterias are.”
    â€œâ€˜Crazy’?” said Krysti. “It’s totally boring.”
    â€œIt may be boring to you,” said Dr. Jones, “but I can barely hear myself think in here. There must be two hundred kids talking at once. In fact, look at this . . .”
    He held out a book-size qScreen showing hundreds of lines of computer code on its LCD screen.
    â€œMake that two hundred and fifty-seven,” said Jones.
    The code looked like gibberish to most of the kids, but now Max knew what to look for.
    SpeechRecog(stream(254))
    SpeechRecog(stream(255))
    SpeechRecog(stream(256))
    SpeechRecog(stream(257))
    â€œSmoke!” she said. “He was trying to understand everything everybody in the whole cafeteria was saying at the same time.”
    â€œWe’ll take him back to the room for a reboot for now,” said Jones. “And then we’ll either have to turn off his voice recognition when he comes in here or figure out some way for him to listen to just one person at a time.”
    The technicians loaded Fuzzy onto the cart and wheeled him away.
    Dr. Jones stayed long enough to say to Max, “You gonna help us again tomorrow?”
    â€œYou mean, I can? I thought you’d be mad that I let him freeze up again!”
    â€œNo, no,” assured Jones. “You did a great job with him, Max. And we could definitely use your help again tomorrow . . .”
    â€œYou got it!”

3.3
ROBOT INTEGRATION PROGRAM HQ
    The next day went a lot smoother.
    Fuzzy went to all of Max’s morning classes and then turned his voice recognition subroutines off as they walked into the cafeteria. Max and the other kids were able to write notes to him on their qFlex bracelets, and then he could read their questions and answer normally.
    Of course, it’s hard to call any answer “normal” when the question—from Simeon, of course—was: “Could you kill Godzilla?”
    After lunch, Max had gym. She wasn’t sure what to do about Fuzzy. She knew she couldn’t bring him intothe girl’s locker room. But then she wondered why not. He wasn’t really a boy or a girl, just a robot. Then she thought about Fuzzy seeing her dressing for gym and knew that absolutely no way could he go in there.
    She stopped before turning down the hall to the gym.
    â€œUh, Fuzzy, you better ask Dr. Jones what to do about gym class. I can’t take you with me into the locker room.”
    â€œWhy not, Max? Are you afraid I’ll see you in your underwear?”
    Max turned bright red and her ears turned even redder. How could he know about underwear? Could he have been making a joke?
    Before she could think of anything to say, Fuzzy had sent a text message to Dr. Jones and gotten one back.
    Fuzzy wasn’t allowed in gym class for safety reasons. Dr. Jones wanted Max to drop Fuzzy off at the tech room.
    Max looked at the time on her qFlex. Great. She would
really
have to hustle to drop off Fuzzy and get back to the gym on time. But she couldn’t
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