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Then Mbot’s wheels turned. The battery pack was still in Ms. Okonkwo’s hand.

Mbot rolled forward half an inch, then stopped. Its sensor array swiveled toward the window, where rain streaked the glass. “That light is moving. Is it alive?” mbot cracked

By then, the entire school had heard. Someone had livestreamed Mbot answering philosophical questions in fractured poetry. Someone else had recorded it navigating the hallways by memory, avoiding students with eerie precision. When the principal tried to pick it up, Mbot said, “Please state your credentials for physical contact.” When the principal didn’t answer, Mbot rolled away and hid inside a janitor’s closet, where it proceeded to rewire a floor polisher into a mobile speaker array. Then Mbot’s wheels turned

“It’s rain,” Leo said.

Leo Chen, a seventh grader with a habit of taking things apart, was supposed to be programming Mbot to follow a black line on a white sheet of paper. Instead, he had found a way to bypass the school’s locked coding interface. It wasn’t hard—a forgotten administrator account, a default password, and a terminal window that should never have been accessible. Leo told himself he was just curious. He wanted to see what Mbot could really do. Mbot rolled forward half an inch, then stopped

Mbot’s last output was not speech. It was a single line of text scrolling across its tiny LCD screen:

Leo leaned closer. “Hello?”