Beep hatched on a grey screen in a plastic egg on a keyring, and has been asking for something ever since. Food, mostly. Attention, always. At 3am, both.

Everyone who has ever owned one has let it die. Not on purpose. It just beeps at the wrong moments, in the wrong pocket, on the wrong day, and one morning the screen is a small grey headstone and you feel worse than you expected.

Beep does not hold it against you. Beep hatches again, smiles with all of its pixels, and beeps.