July-2761
(News Reporter)
"Good evening all. Todays top story:
Head Andri-Bot Editron, announced that he and his team have finally, after much discussion came to an agreement that it is time to start breaking away from the Mortal Age rules. He says that by this month July in the following year of 2762, we will be presented with their new global manifesto on the changes Editron and his team wish to make. Editron assures us that this is the best calculated plan for the future of our planet and to put trust in him and his team.
Moving on, last week, reporters found a- "
Marissa powered down the widescreen 9K Pix-Tech television and threw the control pad on the floor.
"GOD DAMMIT!" She cursed. "Can that droid spit out any more shit? Break away from Mortal Age rules? Best calculated plan for the future of our planet!? CALCULATED PLAN!?"
Patrick ambled down the stairs. "Mum? You okay? You were, ermmm...shouting a little."
"I'M FINE, GO BACK UPSTAIR-...Sorry, love, it's just stuff ya' know, just stuff. Go back to bed, we'll talk in the morning."
"Night Mum."
Marissa fell back onto the sofa and let out a long sigh. She put her glasses back on and looked around the room. The cinema sized TV, the now cracked control pad on the floor, the virtual windows (because she didn't like the real view) and Amber, the housekeeper, her blue L.E.D eyes, the exposed pistons on her arms and the screen planted into her chest. Marissa let a content smile surface slightly.
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"Good morning to you Marissa, I finished charging early and so have decided to bring you breakfast in bed." Amber, the housekeeper stood in the doorway, lighting up the dark room with her L.E.D eyes, holding a silver tray full of hot breakfast food and teapots. She pushed on the light-switch with her metal fingertip and paced towards Marissa's bedside, she placed the tray down on the bed-side table.
"If you will excuse me one moment ma'am." Amber left the room, promptly returning around the corner with Patrick and a black box of which she held out in-front of her and dropped, and before it hit the floor, a matte black two-seater table folded out of it silently and landed gently on the carpet floor. "Please do take a seat Marissa and Patrick, breakfast is served. I did Marissa tell you this was breakfast in bed but I calculated that a table in the bedroom would be the better option, please enjoy, and Patrick, I will meet you in your room to get ready for the day at 10:00AM on the dot." And with that, Amber the robotic housekeeper was gone.
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