"FWLS17" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

fine-tune the sensitization routines a bit better, to make the
'bots livable.

Livable. Why'd they have to be livable? Nobody was
planning to LIVE in one. That's silly. How'd they go to sleep
or eat or take a whizz or anything? Strange thought. Wonder
where it came from.

"Maybe I oughtta hook you three up to the net one last time
and run the final debug check," W'ny said aloud, despite the fact
that nobody else was in the basement lab. All normal T'lliTak
workers had gone home by now, but he had been working overtime
for three weeks to finish these.

"It can wait," he decided, and shut down the system before
heading home for a good night's rest.

*

W'ny was a devout believer in technology. His level of
faith in machines and circuits almost equaled several of the
major religions, even the devout Murfle Pessimistic Order.

He had a voice lock on his door. "Home again, home again,
giggety gig," he whispered to the doormike, triggering the latch
and sending the door opening on its own accord. The lights
automatically flipped on and his SmartStereo picked out sixteen
tracks suited to his mood, decided upon by IR readings and slight
brainwave impulses. The microwave was already cooking up a box
of fries, aided by the Kitchen Buddy(TM).

The only thing I'm missing is a talking toaster, W'ny
mentally smirked. And that's just because they don't make those
anymore.

He canceled the order on the fries by waving his hand in the
micro's triggerspace, and wandered to his bedroom. Mechanical
arms offered the evening news and slippers, but W'ny was too
sleepy to bother.

Clap, clap, lights off. Still handy today.

Hop in bed, let the self-tucking covers pull up, and snug
down. Oh, and one last thing...

W'ny took his headband off of the upper left post and
slipped it on. Within seconds he was in REM sleep, waking time
preset with the many stages of sleep being controlled by a remote
DreemTyme(TM) program on his computer.