Kind Daughter by Toshiya Kamei
The KAI-800 unit detected the micro-tremors in Harue’s hand as she reached for her cup of lukewarm sencha. Silent on its magnetic casters, Kai glided across the tatami flooring and intercepted the yunomi teacup. “Allow me, Harue-san.” Its voice was a synthesized baritone, calibrated to the resonant frequency of Buddhist temple bells and found to…
