It was a fiction. It doesn't resembles any person or technology.
Sun flashes right in my face; I wake up slowly, rub my eyes
and heads downstairs. I reach the kitchen looking for pancakes. Mom usually
hides it somewhere. “Kirk! (Sound). Someone
on the door behind me; I turn back; it was mom handing my brush.
“Hey Bijju, there you
are. First, brush your teeth. Don’t forget, Ammu is coming home this weekend.
Install that cat application in your phone. She asked that last time.”