[NewClassic]

Sunlight flared inside my room the moment the clock struck eight. The automatic blinds receded into the ceiling, and I hardly had time to think before my bed raised itself, discarded me onto the floor, and spun on mechanical pivots before setting down as a table. I barely registered the voice coming from my room. "The time is now 8 AM, July 14th, 2032." I stumbled, disoriented, toward the corner of the room where a shower stall was held tight against the wall. I stepped inside, letting the water run its course across my body. After fifteen minutes, the water got colder, signally it was no longer infused with body wash. That stayed for five minutes, until the water stopped, and I stepped from the shower. The panel on the wall blinked until I pressed it, then the shower slid down into the floor.

"One-room apartments are weird." I told the empty house. Music was the house's answer, starting off with a particularly intricate classical song. I rubbed by eyes, trudging the few feet to the fridge. Inside, I found milk and butter, and not much else.
"Computer," I began, "last known grocery trip?"
An automated voice, deep and English-sounding, "3:16 PM, June 14th, 2032, sir."
"Wonderful." I said, rubbing my eyes with my finger and thumb. "Computer, run previous grocery list, dictate contents."
"Yes sir," it began, then proceeded to list several common household objects.
"That sounds good, remove 'milk' and 'butter' from list. Then print list."
"Excellent, sir. When would you like to leave?"
I checked the chronometer on the far wall, 8:23. "Set it for 9 AM, allow for 15 minutes in either direction."
"Yes sir."

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Crud, not enough time to write as I'd've liked. (Yeah, it's a double contraction. What of it?) I'll be back to finish this over the next few days, feel free to tell me what you think.