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shoe-transfer . Beaver still hated the thing for suctioning and destroying one of his shoes, but that incident happened in vacu-mode not shoe-mode . So, Beaver was much more tolerant towards this mechanized menace in the light. He saw it as a split personality, much like himself.
“Here, left…Beet.” it said as it strapped on his first shoe.
“Right, now… Beet.”
“OW! I’ll do it myself …” Beaver interjected with a morning grumble.
The right shoe had a problem.
The vacu-bot tried to put on the shoe backwards!
“ Sorry Beet …” it bellowed as it scurried out of the room, back to its mode of suctioning.
“Tommymop!” Beaver shouted, as he turned around and strapped his shoe, and also left the room. The bad ceil-bot suddenly dropped in front of his face, near the threshold of the sleep chamber.
“ Did you sanitize yet? ” it said already knowing the answer, as it always asks.
“ No ” Beaver interjected, as he did every single light.
“ Then march, mister! ” the ceil-bot demanded, pointing like thousands of times before, towards the Basintory.
“Welcome Beaver2416!” was the redundant call as Beaver stepped inside. The Lev-basin quickly rammed its oral cleaning appendage into his mouth and latched on to his goodi-port. As it cleaned Beaver’s kisser and vacuumed his waste matter as usual; Beaver was still groggy and grouchy. The last thing that he wanted to do, is go to his work-job at Perpetua.
“Sanitization is complete …” the Lev-basin sounded, as it unlocked and retreated into its former position. Beaver let out an agitated sigh because he knew what was going to happen next.
“Did you sanitize yet?” the bad ceil-bot demanded.
“ Yes !” Beaver shouted. He wanted nothing more than to slap the thing silly and take it apart piece by piece.
“Good! Now get to work, and watch your tone Mister !” it said with an outstretched mechanized finger.
Beaver in his sluggish state could only roll his eyes and stomp off like a perturbed seven year old. As he walked up the hallway, he could catch a faint whiff of something he really didn’t like.
“ Granfibrous …” he said to himself with a frown.
“Goodlight to you Beaver2416 … here is your lightfast before your work-- SdotG .” The victual android said.
“Thank you Viki, SdotG.” Beaver grumbled, now with a greater sense of consciousness.
“There is also synth-fee … hopely to licking.” The android said, pointing at the small cup of fake coffee.
Synth-fee was a coffee substitute (because coffee beans are extinct, if you were paying attention) created by the Academy scientists. Those few elders, who knew was real coffee tasted like, compare the substitute to the flavorings of dry roasted peanuts with a hint of chalky antacids. Beaver drank it just the same.
“Thank you again, Viki.” he said as he took his place on the uncomfortable stool. The bowl of Granfibrous served before him was detestable yet edible. Granfibrous is a mishmash of synthetic wheat and flaxseed coupled with an edible paste used in neo-leather production. It is always served hot and soaking in reconstituted coconut milk, to keep it from sticking to the roof of your mouth.
This grub of the lowest form was a part of Acad-rations that are issued to the foot troops. Usually, the rest of the population received them when their surplus was on the verge of spoilage.
Beaver had about half a proc to eat the rest of his bland meal and snag the next transport to Perpetua. He made it a point to always meet up with Timmy2845 to ride together to work. They would never say much however, because far too many ears were listening. There were much more riders in the light than at darktime. This was because almost everyone in Westbrook was regimented by the Academy to rise and leave at the same time on non-decision days. Still, regardless of conversation or the lack there of, he wanted to be by his friend. It gave him comfort that, in such wickedness
“Here, left…Beet.” it said as it strapped on his first shoe.
“Right, now… Beet.”
“OW! I’ll do it myself …” Beaver interjected with a morning grumble.
The right shoe had a problem.
The vacu-bot tried to put on the shoe backwards!
“ Sorry Beet …” it bellowed as it scurried out of the room, back to its mode of suctioning.
“Tommymop!” Beaver shouted, as he turned around and strapped his shoe, and also left the room. The bad ceil-bot suddenly dropped in front of his face, near the threshold of the sleep chamber.
“ Did you sanitize yet? ” it said already knowing the answer, as it always asks.
“ No ” Beaver interjected, as he did every single light.
“ Then march, mister! ” the ceil-bot demanded, pointing like thousands of times before, towards the Basintory.
“Welcome Beaver2416!” was the redundant call as Beaver stepped inside. The Lev-basin quickly rammed its oral cleaning appendage into his mouth and latched on to his goodi-port. As it cleaned Beaver’s kisser and vacuumed his waste matter as usual; Beaver was still groggy and grouchy. The last thing that he wanted to do, is go to his work-job at Perpetua.
“Sanitization is complete …” the Lev-basin sounded, as it unlocked and retreated into its former position. Beaver let out an agitated sigh because he knew what was going to happen next.
“Did you sanitize yet?” the bad ceil-bot demanded.
“ Yes !” Beaver shouted. He wanted nothing more than to slap the thing silly and take it apart piece by piece.
“Good! Now get to work, and watch your tone Mister !” it said with an outstretched mechanized finger.
Beaver in his sluggish state could only roll his eyes and stomp off like a perturbed seven year old. As he walked up the hallway, he could catch a faint whiff of something he really didn’t like.
“ Granfibrous …” he said to himself with a frown.
“Goodlight to you Beaver2416 … here is your lightfast before your work-- SdotG .” The victual android said.
“Thank you Viki, SdotG.” Beaver grumbled, now with a greater sense of consciousness.
“There is also synth-fee … hopely to licking.” The android said, pointing at the small cup of fake coffee.
Synth-fee was a coffee substitute (because coffee beans are extinct, if you were paying attention) created by the Academy scientists. Those few elders, who knew was real coffee tasted like, compare the substitute to the flavorings of dry roasted peanuts with a hint of chalky antacids. Beaver drank it just the same.
“Thank you again, Viki.” he said as he took his place on the uncomfortable stool. The bowl of Granfibrous served before him was detestable yet edible. Granfibrous is a mishmash of synthetic wheat and flaxseed coupled with an edible paste used in neo-leather production. It is always served hot and soaking in reconstituted coconut milk, to keep it from sticking to the roof of your mouth.
This grub of the lowest form was a part of Acad-rations that are issued to the foot troops. Usually, the rest of the population received them when their surplus was on the verge of spoilage.
Beaver had about half a proc to eat the rest of his bland meal and snag the next transport to Perpetua. He made it a point to always meet up with Timmy2845 to ride together to work. They would never say much however, because far too many ears were listening. There were much more riders in the light than at darktime. This was because almost everyone in Westbrook was regimented by the Academy to rise and leave at the same time on non-decision days. Still, regardless of conversation or the lack there of, he wanted to be by his friend. It gave him comfort that, in such wickedness
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