The whisking stills for a moment, a stutter in an otherwise well choreographed, perfectly tuned dance. For that moment she is frozen in place, mind straining for something she can say, something that'll make sense before she resumes whisking, folding in ground almond and flour. "The helper app on your cell phone, Klaus. How does it work?"
Her voice is even and mild, still folding, still whisking. "Voice activation, correct? You ask a specific question, she recognizes the question, and is compelled to perform as requested."
She finishes folding in the flour, peering into the creamy, pink mass before transferring it to a piping bag. "All you have to do is ask the right question, or give the right order. She doesn't have a choice. It's what she was made for."
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Her voice is even and mild, still folding, still whisking. "Voice activation, correct? You ask a specific question, she recognizes the question, and is compelled to perform as requested."
She finishes folding in the flour, peering into the creamy, pink mass before transferring it to a piping bag. "All you have to do is ask the right question, or give the right order. She doesn't have a choice. It's what she was made for."