“What’s that?”

The old man looked down at the young girl, perhaps six, maybe seven, with dark curly hair haphazardly tied back with a blue ribbon that was coming loose. Her bike was pink, and dirty, and a pink balloon was tied to the handle. The man blinked, and she was still there.

“What’s that thing?”

The old man turned away from her and sighed. The most sophisticated technology in the entire world and they couldn’t keep a little girl...