The Bird Said: "I'm Fine."

Zhao snapped, climbing back onto the walkway. Do you think you're a bird? My appearance is not of any particular species of crane. Why don't you act like one and just shut up instead of pretending to be a person all the time? Zhao wondered if perhaps the question was too complicated, or were they really thinking about it? Eventually, the bird spoke. Do you know what it's like to be human? What kind of question was that, Zhao thought? It never talked like that. Was it faulty? Had the heat finally fried its circuits? How's Lei? Stop asking me that. I'm sick of it. Every day you ask me as if you really