Glancing at his watch, Don remembered his plans for the evening and decided it was time to wrap things up. He looked at the android. "I've heard enough for now. Do you have a name?"
The android tilted her head slightly. "My designation is O.M.E.G.A."
Don shook his head. "No, I mean a real name."
"I do not understand," she replied, her expression unchanging.
He narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be super smart?"
Summer smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "She's adaptive, you dummy. She learns over time. Right now, she's operating on basic processes while she studies her environment."
The android nodded. "Your assessment is mostly accurate."
Don rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "In that case, I'll give you a name."
"That is acceptable," she replied.
He snapped his fingers. "From now on, your name is Winter."
"Understood," the android—now Winter—acknowledged. "May I inquire about the reasoning behind this name?"
