Jack and Jill, both teenage CEOs, met for dinner on their first date.


    “Hey Jack, what’s the caloric intake of my meal?”


    “Hold on, loading and scanning—334 calories, to be exact.”


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    “Exactly!”—Jill smiled.


    “Oh, you were testing me?” Jack smirked.


    “Yes, sorry.” Jill blushed. “I always wondered if you’re fully upgraded.”


    “I’ve got every neural module installed.” Jacked frowned. “I wasn’t brought up a lowly impoverished ‘isolator.’”


    “I’m sorry, I wanted to be sure.”


    “We’re fortunate, Jill … Those ‘isolators’ spend many years of their lives in school trying to learn things.”


    “Unbelievable!” Jill gasped. “Are you serious?”