Within ten minutes, Clara had proven she was indeed though not in the way the internet might suggest. She was a rebel against the very concept of order.

"You're a menace," Arthur sighed, looking at his cat, who was now wearing a tiny cardboard crown Clara had fashioned from a cereal box.

Arthur realized the "Free Download" was less about a bargain and more about Clara finding a temporary victim for her chaotic energy. His house wasn't exactly clean, but for the first time in years, it wasn't boring. As she left, she handed him a bill for zero dollars and a single, slightly smashed cupcake she’d found in his pantry and "re-engineered" with sprinkles she brought herself.