“That’s my favorite joke,” Chuck 3.0 said. “I learned it from you.”
“Polly want a cracker ?” the bird croaked. But the voice was wrong. It wasn’t the grating squawk of Chuck 2.0. It was smooth, resonant, almost human. Almost kind. parrot chuck 3.0
“Chuck.”
Elias laughed—a dry, cracked sound. “The knock-knock jokes were my idea. 2.0 was too grim.” “That’s my favorite joke,” Chuck 3
“Wake up, Chuck,” he whispered.