We downloaded my grandmother for Jason’s history presentation, but the file fragged and we couldn’t afford a reload.

“What about one of your dad’s uncles? He had two in the war.”

Jason pouted. “I can’t use Dad’s relatives. They’re too local and they’re all downloaded by now.”

I sighed. “Wanna try Uncle James?”

Jason gasped. “But mom. Uncle James was a traitor.”

The kid wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t getting his homework done either.

“Misunderstood,” I said. “Call it a conspiracy.”

He scowled at me, hanging his head. “I’ll just take a zero,” and padded softly out of the room.

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