Dr. Julien looked up from the machine he was tinkering with at his work desk and turned towards the source of the voice. Zane, a young robot he’d built from spare parts, was standing behind him, a look of inquisitiveness on his face.
“Yes, son?” he asked.
“What’s a treehorn?”
Julien froze. A sudden, unbidden wave of panic washed over him at just the mention of the word. Still, he did his best to appear calm. He didn’t want Zane to notice, hoping to avoid awkward questions. He took a quick, calming breath before replying.
“Ah.” Dr. Julien thought for a moment, still unsure of how to answer. “Well, they’re large, dangerous creatures. Why do you want to know about those, anyway?”
“One of my books mentions them, but there are no pictures or information, so I was curious.”
Dr. Julien laughed in an attempt to shake off the alarm. “I wouldn’t worry about it, son. As long as yo