Fifteen beautiful teenage robots walking around in the school uniform, pausing and just standing in the dark common room every night and reactivating when the students came in, had become normal-ish. More than that, it was beginning to feel less like a crazy science experiment than a mass craving for the latest smartphone—exactly what Gideon’s dad had hoped for. It started with the douche-bags. Jason Tous, one part-icularly obnoxious senior whose parents were massively generous supporters of an unpopular political party—and, worse, he wore a really stupid jacket—had been boasting for weeks. “My parents say if I get a twenty-three hundred on my SATs, I can get a down payment for one of those. Whichever one I want. Maybe even a custom model.” The other guys looked insanely jealous. Then they all glanced in what they thought was a subtle way over at Gideon. He knew they were thinking: That quiet loser has what we all want, and he doesn’t even care.
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