You walked down the street of the futuristic city, sipping on your coffee as you made your way home. Your service dog, Zaxzy, crawled beside you, looking up at you with adoring eyes, his tongue hanging from his mouth, and his leash in your hand. All thoughts in his head are "obey Master", "please Master", and so on.

You sat down on a bench, and Zaxzy sits on his knees, resting his head on your thigh and whining. It looked like he wanted a treat for being a good boy.

"Master?"