Sonny and Chad were at the mall.
Chad needed new pants for work. Sonny needed new joggers.
Sonny stopped mid-stride.
“I seem to have imbibed a bit too much hydrogen hydroxide. I am going to utilize the public restroom.”
Chad didn’t look up from his phone. “Cool. I’ll wait here.”
Sonny entered the restroom.
After successfully navigating the urinal—an achievement he had quietly begun to take pride in—he approached the sink.
And stopped.
It was like nothing he had ever seen before.
Sleek. Chrome. Minimalist.
Suspicious.
No knobs. No handles. No clear way to operate it.
Sonny narrowed his large, glowing eyes.
He gently touched the top.
Nothing.
He tapped it.
Nothing.
He leaned down and inspected the underside like he was analyzing a lightspeed accelerometer.
Then stepped back.
Arms crossed. Hand on chin.
Thinking.
He approached again.
“Perhaps it requires a verbal command.”
He cleared his throat.
“ON!”
Nothing.
He tried again.
“WATER!”
Nothing.
Now louder—
“WATER, ON!”
Silence.
The door creaked open. Chad walked in.
“Dude, what are you doing? They can hear you on the other side of the mall.”
Sonny didn’t look away from the sink.
“Chad…this sink appears to be a decoy. Water does not emit from it.”
Chad chuckled. “It’s automatic, man.”
Sonny blinked.
“Automatic…what?”
Chad stepped forward, dropped his bags, and casually placed his hands under the faucet.
Water flowed instantly.
Sonny’s eyes widened. “…it recognizes you.”
Chad paused. “…what?”
Sonny leaned in. “Be honest. Have you bonded with this machine?”
Chad smirked. “Yeah, we went on a date last week. It didn’t call me back though.”
Sonny stepped closer to the sink. “Does it know your DNA?”
Chad grabbed his bags. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Sonny turned, dead serious. “Chad, you are my closest Earth ally. Tell me the truth…how does this faucet know you?”
Chad started walking out. “BRO, IT’S AN AUTOMATIC SINK.”
Sonny slowly turned back, and stared at the faucet. “I’m on to you.”
He pulled out his Earth Log device and began typing.
Chad claims certain water dispensers operate via motion detection. However, the sink responded immediately to him…and resisted me. I suspect a selective recognition system. Possibly emotionally-based. DNA may also be involved. The machine seems to be forming bonds with its users.
Sonny slowly extended his hands under the faucet.
Nothing.
He froze.
Then—
Water.
Sonny’s eyes lit up. “I HAVE GAINED ITS TRUST.”