“Dad?”

“Yeah, Rick?”

“Dad, you got a robot in your mouth?”

Harry grinned. “Biobot, son. But pretty much the same thing, yes.”

“Cool. Can I see it?”

Harry shook his head. “Too small to be seen, Rick. But it’s there. I know it is. It’ll take about a week and then my tooth will be gone and the infection will be cleared up.”

“Cool, how’s it run?”

“You mean energy? The dentist said it worked on some new micro-molecular battery cells. They have a life of almost two years.”

“What happens to the biobot after your tooth is gone?”

“What?”

His wife gave him a look. “What happens after? Do you get it removed?”

Harry frowned. “Huh. I forgot to ask him that.” He shrugged. “I’ll call him first thing tomorrow.”

***

The following week is a busy one.

Harry, refreshed and back at work with a vengeance, tackles long overdue projects and turns in several reports. He’s up late at night working on the computer and little things are forgotten. Almost every night, he’s stumbled into bed at around midnight.

“Goodnight, honey,” says Harry leaning over and kissing his wife. “Love ya.”

“Love you, too, hon,” she says.