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Albert was a normal man who lived a normal life. Or at least what he knew to be a normal life.
He woke up every morning at 8 AM sharp. He would gaze out of the screen window and watch as a generated video of the sun rising filled the room with light. He would only wake thanks to his personalized robot assistant, who would blare its own robotic rendition of a rooster crowing at dawn.
His robot assistant would then help him out of bed, writing down every bit and detail of what he dreamt in the night for safe keeping. Albert would then dress, with, of course, the help of his personal assistant. A ruffled pink dress shirt, a muddled purple colored pair of cargo pants, and a nice and shiny polka-dotted green tie over top of it all. Everything his assistant knew would look good and perfect on his body.
Albert would then wander over to his perfectly clean kitchen, sitting at the table and waiting for his morning meal. His assistant would ask him his mood, his hopes, his aspirations, and proceed to make the perfectly curated food needed for the man’s growing body. Albert was feeling partially happy that morning, and he told the robot so.
Scrambled eggs mixed together with lemon Jell-O and topped with a drizzle of ketchup and a sprinkling of sesame seeds, all over top of a bed of un-seasoned rice. He was given a side of various candied vegetables, the sugary shell extra thick as that’s what the robot believed Albert liked. As a drink he was given a glass of milk with some vinegar and salt mixed in, the robot had learned from somewhere that those two ingredients greatly improve the lives and age expectancy of anyone that consumed them, and all they wanted was for Albert to live long and well. All presented to him on a platter of silver.
He ate his meal happily, as that’s what his assistant told him he would feel while eating. He relied on them often to tell him what emotions he should be feeling. The robot was already right in its saying, so why stray far from its ideas?
After eating, Albert would get up and begin to get ready for the day. He would walk over to the bathroom and gaze into his personalized mirror. The mirror would give him advice on what he should do that day to improve his looks. Grease his hair, hide his eye bags, maybe put on a little foundation and eyeliner, anything to make him look good. Today the mirror, amidst giving him plenty of the usual compliments, told him to put on a generous amount of blush and maybe just a hint of contour.
After listening to the mirror tell him how pale and slightly flabby he looked, Albert followed its instructions. He put on enough blush to make his cheek shine a good color of red and put on enough contour to make him look slightly underweight. The mirror told him that he looked wonderful, so Albert thought too that he looked wonderful.
After he was done improving his looks, Albert would walk over to the living room and begin listening to his personal assistant. The assistant would inform him on what his daily duties were. He did not have work today, as the robot did all of the dirty work for him, and as so had plenty of freetime on his hands for the day. Albert worked as a programer, and his assistant was perfectly happy with completely taking over the job for him, and he couldn’t be more happy with his position in life. At least that’s what the robot tells him he should feel.
So all Albert would do most days is lay around his perfectly clean house and do perfectly normal things a perfectly normal man of his age would do.
He would sit around and read books. They were all almost the same story, all written by specially trained robots, with slight fantasy elements and characters who could do no nothing bad. Albert loved these kinds of stories and books and consumed at least three different ones each day.
If he was bored of reading, he would watch a movie or two, or maybe even a TV show. They were all made by robots, all generated in their smart and artificial minds. He would lounge around on the couch and stare at the TV for ages. He had favorite auto-generated actors that appeared in these shows and movies. There was an actress that he was quite fond of. He loved the way her six fingers and thumb would move gracefully as she talked in her almost monotone voice. Her blue, sometimes brown, eyes that would shift back and forth constantly, never really looking at one thing for too long.
He would listen to music too. Most of the time the music was generated by his own personal robot, but sometimes he would branch out and listen to other robot’s renditions of music. He did not know of the singers or players of the past, nor would he really care for him much if he did. If you were to say the name Miles Davis to him, he could not tell you just who that person was. Maybe the technician that fixed his personal assistant just a few days ago? He didn’t know, and he did not care in the end anyway.
After an eventful day of sitting around and thinking about what work his assistant just might be doing while he filled his mind with the various bits and pieces of generated entertainment, he would get up and go back to the kitchen. His assistant would be there, waiting for Albert’s dinner request.
Albert would sometimes be unsure of what his feelings were at this hour of day, so the robot would help out. Today it decided that Albert was relaxed and a tiny bit stressed, and promptly got to work in making his filling meal.
Chicken breast dredged through a mixture of sugar and poppy seeds and deep fried. It was then placed onto a bed of pasta, which was boiled in water infused with a whole bulb of garlic and a cup of salt. As a side Albert was presented with a sliced up lime, intended to be eaten on its own, and a bowl of sprinkles to put on top of anything he pleased. He was also given just a simple cup of water topped with whipped cream and a drizzle of olive oil. It was everything Albert loved to eat mixed together and combined to create the perfect meal, as his assistant realized that he maybe needed to de-stress a little after such a eventful day.
Albert ate this, much like his breakfast, happily. And as he ate he watched from the screen window as a generated video of the sun setting played and slowly darkened the room.
Once he was done, his personal assistant then brought him back over to his bed. He then stripped himself of his clothes, his assistant said that it was detrimental to his health to sleep with clothes on, and snuggled under the comfy sheets. The robot set his alarm for 8 in the morning and promptly powered off, Leaving Albert alone to sleep.
He would then lay in bed, gazing at a generated video of the moon in the night sky, before slowly drifting into sleep.
Albert then would wake the next morning and repeat the events of his perfectly normal life.