“Good morning!” the alarm clock greets me with disgusting cheer. Not a single sexy note in its voice. “Today it’s cold, daytime down to minus ten, cloudy and windy. Dress warmer! There won’t be any snow—bu-u-uut,” the AI tries to imitate joy from the good news. But instead of joy, I hear the smugness of some digital lackey who couldn’t care less about my longing for snowdrifts.
“Time for you to be married, Zhenya!”
“Idiot!” I shout at the alarm clock and jump out of bed.
I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of warm water from the dispenser.
I’m in pink pajamas with green shells… damn AI— as if it knew better…