DiMA looks so excited that Malcolm hates to burst his bubble with what he's about to say.

"They don't look anything like you. As I said, they don't have bodies. They're just voices... personal assistants that help us on our devices."

Malcolm reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "I'm not sure if it's going to work here, but... Hey Siri?"

The phone remains blank, unresponsive. "That's normally where Siri would chime in I'd get to ask a question, or maybe ask her to set a reminder... something like that."