Teekla sighed and pulled off her reading glasses to glare at the
young priory recruit. “Refrain from touching Dory, please.”
The
young woman looked at her with wonder. “You could make copies and
sell them! You would make a fortune. You could call it, the
iDory.”
Teekla gave in to the irrepressible urge to roll her
eyes at the human. “I have no interest in marketing my research
assistant to a race that, undoubtedly, does not even know where to
find a power button. It is the most absurd idea I've ever heard.”
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