The phone glowed after the freak accident, its dog-training app humming with an eerie frequency. "Adam," Zoey tested, pointing the screen at her messy stepbrother. "Take out the trash." She tapped the button. Whistle. Adam froze, dropped his video game controller, and marched to the kitchen like a robot. Zoey gasped. It worked on boys. The next day, she brought her secret weapon to the chaotic school dance squad. With a few quick taps of 'Heel' and 'Fetch,' the rowdy boys instantly fell into a perfect, flawless line. They executed a synchronized routine that left her rival, Taylor, speechless. But as the music ended, the boys stayed frozen, staring blankly ahead. Her crush, Jackson, wasn't smiling; his eyes were empty. Realizing that perfection wasn't worth losing his free will, Zoey quietly tapped 'Release'. Jackson blinked, broke into a genuine smile, and said, "Wow, we actually nailed that!" Zoey slipped the phone away. "Yeah," she smiled, "but let's do the next run without any shortcuts."