《Clockwork Memoria》Alys - 1
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7:20 AM
On a certain day, in a certain place, the android Alys awoke in her charging dock. As was part of her boot up sequence, she performed her daily diagnostics.
“Systems normal. Excellent.” Her words were crisp, and without much emotion.
She opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust to the early morning sunlight that filtered in through the windows.
Alys got out of the dock and began to don her daily outfit, a long maid uniform. The Master had told her that it was the standard uniform of housekeepers everywhere, but in the corner of her programming, she knew it was just his preference.
She proceeded to begin her daily routine. Her first duty was to wake up the Master and Yura, and so she walked the halls until she came to the Master’s bedroom.
She knocked once.
“Master, it is time to wake up.”
No response as expected.
And so, Alys opened the door. Inside, she found a slovenly mess on the bed that was the Master who was sleeping quite peacefully.
Alys raised her volume and said “Master, it is currently 7:30 AM. It is time for you to wake up.”
No response.
Alys walked up to the bed and ripped the covers off of the Master, who stirred slightly.
“…snooze please… just a few more minutes…” His voiced died down into drowsiness.
“No.” Curt and to the point. “I do not have a snooze function. We do this nearly every morning. Please wake, and get dressed. Ila will have your morning meal ready soon.” With that, she turned around and left the room.
“…yes…”
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