Thomas Coyote Baxter

Buzzzzz!…..
The alarm clock blinked four thirty to signal the dawn of a new working day. A whisper in my ear swept around my head until I was in a fully conscious state.
“Your breakfast is here,sir” said the silver service robot by the side of my bed. It left the tray on the side table by my bed. The plate contained sausages,beans,and eggs spread neatly on the plate. I didn’t eat it…I never did. Right on cue the wardrobe doors swung open as they always did and the clothes rack slid forward revealing the rack of neatly pressed suits in many different colours.
A disembodied voice spoke:
“Which suit would you like to wear today,sir? Our weather detectors outside have sensed a storm…we would recommend this!”. A large metallic hand appeared from somewhere inside the cupboard and lifted the preferred suit towards me grotesquely. I looked at it and just ignored it. I got up and walked into the kitchen. The bed automatically tidied itself behind me. In the kitchen were service robots cleaning up mess that wasn’t there. The robots all addressed me as sir or master which always made me feel important and superior,even though I knew I was no better than them.
Before I left the house I always checked the calendar. Just then it read June 8th 2054. Next to the calendar was a picture of my parents,who were terminated when they reached 40 years old following government rules act 4567c.
I turned on the conveyer belt next to the back door.
That was my form of transport to the office. I got on the belt and waited.
Ten minutes later I arrived at the office. All my colleagues were talking to their computers. As they spoke,the words appeared on their screens. To think we used to push buttons to create anything on the screens. I sat down at my desk to begin work. I had a window in my office. I looked out of it everyday.
The landscape never changed. The mounds of rubble left from the nuclear war would never be cleared.
There was nobody else who cared that had the ability to.
I saw dark shadows where humans once stood. There was nobody left to mourn for them. I was too busy in my well ordered life to care about them.
The phone rang.
“Please report to my office’ my boss said.
“Right away sir!” I replied.
I left my office and went towards the large room where my boss worked. I sighed as I entered the room.
“Officer number two thousand and twenty five,reporting for duty sir!” I said to the huge computer screen on the wall.
“Here is your timetable for today” the computer replied.
A list of instructions appeared on the screen.
I memorised them and left the room. On the way out I looked in the mirror beside the door. I reached out to fix the bowtie which wasn’t there. A simple,human joke which my creator had programmed me to do.