Roed woke in his cell to the bell for breakfast. The sound was jarring, like torture, as it yanked him out of his blissful sleep. He’d been awake late[WS1] jotting down notes by the light on his Pocod. It was annoying to be treated like some kid reading cartoons with a flashlight. The bell stopped and he lay back down, covering his eyes from the simulated morning light. Under him, as he knew by now that it would, his bed, just wide enough for him, folded, and his upper body was brought to a sitting position in front of the table. His eyes were still shut tight, but the scent of food wafting with the breeze of the ventilator made him open them just wide enough to find his fork. He had to admit it was nice to have breakfast ready and in front of him. If he were outside, he’d still have to get to work at a pretty normal time, so really this was a plus. Yes, instead of having to wake, then decide what [WS2] buttons to push for bots to fry and toast as he wanted that day, there was food he didn’t have to think [WS3] about right here, right now. A[WS4] shot of excitement ran through him. He couldn’t believe he got to play a Sophie simulation computer game instead of getting his butt down to engineering to do boring checks on things he’d already invented, and seeing people [WS5] he didn’t want to have to talk to.
He sipped at the one small cup of coffee he was allowed each day. No sugar, but it was better for him, so that really was ok. The eggs were actually pretty tasty, because using healthy onion and herbs made them so, even with less salt than he would like. Again, good to be forced to eat the requisite amounts of vitamins and minerals. Might as well look on the bright side. Sophie was alive. It had all been worth it. Now she was even more alive than he’d made her. They never would have made the AI computer holo game if he hadn’t physically brought her brain and body to life.
Sensations filled his brain as he savoured the flavours, enjoying the few he was allowed in here to the max. Now his prison photonic computer terminal came to life with some work for him to do for engineering. Excellent. No people to deal with, or dishes to carry to a kitchen to place correctly for washing machines, he just shoved them aside for someone to take away. ‘Someone’ [WS6] often being a drone, which was even better than having to nod at a person so they wouldn’t say mean things to him.
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