Byte whimpers, feeling his master's distress. A hand pets his car-mangled head. "Good boy!"
His circuits cut, the fire leaves Byte's eyes.
Masterís face turns away, tears falling. "Sorry kid."
"It's an odd case. Iím not sure."
Byte feels fire returning. Where is this? Glowing, winged beings converse, staring down at him, concerned faces morphing: now human, now robot, now dog.
"Compassion, self-sacrifice, intelligence... Fire is definitely in him. He has a soul. -- But where does he go now?"
"You know the law; if he's the first, he gets to build it."
"What? You mean a robot-dog heaven?"