Mr. Okoro was holding a robot puppy when Ada walked into the electronics shop. He looked serious. Far too serious

The small robot had been staring at the orange for almost thirty seconds. Hector stared back. “So?” Nothing. Hector moved

“Your machine is cheating.” Mr. Okoro stood in the middle of the House of Chrys garage holding a cardboard box

The robot was lying. Hector knew it. He stared at the little plastic machine on the dining table, then looked

Hector had watched the robot dance three times. On the fourth replay, Chrys finally reached for the laptop. “Enough.” Hector

“Don’t press the button.” Hector’s finger stopped approximately one centimetre above the laptop. He looked at Chrys. “Why?” “Because you

“Whatever you do,” Hector said, “don’t let the computer answer that question.” Everyone in the room turned toward him. It

This boy called Hector thought he knew what artificial intelligence was. Then the toaster disagreed. Well, technically, the toaster didn’t

Hector was standing in front of the blackboard. Chrys was sitting at the back of the classroom. Mummy Chrys had

The problem wasn’t that Hector was using artificial intelligence. The problem was that he had become very good at it.