I stepped out of the shower, hot air blasting to a stop, knowing that I was already late when I went in. I pulled my underclothes up with one hand while shoving the toothbrush into my mouth with the other. A small fraction of a second later it whirred to life, slowing walking across my bicuspids with brushes spinning. I tried to force out a whistle, spitting toothpaste foam all over the bathroom mirror. The door opened. My belt crawled in, snakeline, pulling my pants along with it. I gave it a quick yank and my pants were on.
I dashed to the closet, grabbed my shirt, slipping it over my arms while lifting one foot. A black suede loafer crawled out of the closet, carefully aligned to my foot and wrapped itself on. With a beep indicating the end, I spit my toothbrush out. It floated in the air for a moment to get its bearings and flew back into the bathroom, while I lifted my other foot and other arm. The second shoe was on and I pulled my second arm through. The shirts button snapped together with a sharp magnetic hum.
I stepped from the room and gave a clear double whistle. Hyr, our server floated up with a pop tart and cup of coffee. I almost got a sip when my tie caught hold and pulled tight. I lost my breath for a second. Grabbing my food I was out the door.
The car saw me coming and flipped the door open. Display sprung to life with daily news, weather, and sports numbers. The door closed and I got about half my "let's go" out before there was a tap on the window. "Let him in".
My watch crawled in as the window lowered on onto my wrist. The car queried with a friendly beep and I complete my thought, "Let's go."
I glanced at my wrist. My daily health check was 50% complete. Hopefully this late breakfast wouldn't cost me too much -- another hour pedaling on the way home would interrupt the game. The car sprung to life, backing out of the driveway and moving forward in one smooth motion. The seat rotated and displays shifted so I was looking forward. I guess I am old fashioned. My wife prefers the seats facing each other for her shopping trips with the neighborhood ladies.
An alert popped up with a shopping list for approval. "Approve all." The happy computer voice read the total and confirmed for delivery this afternoon. "Confirm."
The dinner menu popped up next. My wife had already chosen the meal, so I flipped past it into the sports scores. The car rounded a curve, causing the passenger compartment to swing every so slightly. I glanced at the car status. All greens and cruising at a smooth 89 mph. Hard to believe all this articulated tech, and we are still using the English system.
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