“Park went to the usual dispensary line, feeling the absence of Keller as if she had lost her favorite coat. She felt cold, uneasy, vulnerable. The domestic android, Megex, seemed to notice her discomfort from behind the counter and said, “Would you like a juice bulb?” “Thank you,” Park said gratefully as the brown-haired android placed it on her tray.” HumorScience FictionDiscomfortSpeculative FictionAndroidsSfGrace ParkDeucalionJuice Bulb Author:Lena Nguyen