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Fiction Fragment Friday

I know I usually start off by telling you the inspiration for my stories, but this week I really have no idea where this one came from. As the story progresses I can see clear places where I was inspired by thoughts or real life events. The beginning though is a mystery even to me.


                “Good morning, Jamie.  How dark would you like your toast this morning?”

                “Have you ever thought that I might not want toast?  That I might be so sick of toast that the very thought of it makes me want to vomit?”

                The digitized face on the toaster changed from a smile to a frown, and then settled on a circle mouth.  “Oh.  That’s ok.  I could make you a bagel. Perhaps a frozen waffle?”

                Jamie turned away from the toaster without answering.  “Coffee I just need a coffee.”

                “Of course.  Would you like mocha, hazelnut, or expresso?”  The coffee maker looked hopeful knowing that now was it’s time to shine.

                “Just coffee.  Plain black coffee with nothing in it.”

                “8oz or 16?  How strong would you prefer?  What temperature would you like it served at?”

                Jamie screamed in frustration.  “Forget it, just forget it.  Why does everything have to be so complicated?  It’s too early to make decisions.”  She stormed out of the kitchen into the living room and slumped in her recliner.  “Finally some peace and..”

                “Thank you for choosing to sit on me this morning.  Would you like me to engage the massage or heating features?  I can recline by any angle you would like.”

                “DAD!!!” Jamie yelled while jumping out of her chair.  She stomped her feet all the way down into the basement where her father was hard at work in his lab.  He was sitting at a computer with circuit boards spread across the counter.  He turned his chair to face her.

                “Oh, hey pumpkin.  Having a good morning?”

                 “No,  No I am not.”

                “What’s wrong dear?”

                Jamie stomped her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.  “What’s wrong?  What’s wrong?  You updated the AI on all the appliance again and installed one in my chair.  Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit on something and have it start talking to you?”

                “I’d answer that, but you said you didn’t want to hear about my love life.”

                “Not funny.”

                “Come on it was a little funny.  Lighten up a bit.  Everything doesn’t have to be so serious.”

                “I just want a simple morning.  Wake up grab a coffee, eat breakfast and rest in my chair until I have to go to school.  I don’t want to play twenty questions with inanimate objects.”

                “If they talk to you, are they still inanimate?”

                 “Yes,  yes they are. They’re appliances and furniture.  They don’t need to talk to us.”  As the anger started to run dry, she felt tears coming to her eyes.

                Her father stood and wrapper her in his arms.  “Oh, baby what’s really going on here?”

                Through the sobs she managed to answer.  “So many questions.  I just want something simple in life.   When everything is giving me options I can’t think.  I just lock up.  It makes me not even want my coffee anymore.  You ruined my morning coffee.  The one thing in life that made sense.” 

                He patted her back.  “Life won’t always make sense.  You’re still struggling to figure out what you want to go to college for aren’t you?”

                “Yes” It came out through sniffles and in a defeated tone.  “What if I pick the wrong major?”

                “Then you pivot and do something else.  You’re young and yes you will make mistakes and change your mind.  That is all just part of life.”  He pulled back so he could look her in the eyes.  “Do you know what my college degree is in?”

                “No.”

                “Culinary Arts.  I wanted to be a chef.  When I got into a high-pressure kitchen I had a nervous breakdown.  I just can’t do fast paced environments.  I need to think and analyze.  So, I quit and learned programing.  Decisions don’t have to be final.”

                Taking a moment Jamie composed herself again.  She hated crying, but it was happening more often with her feelings of being overwhelmed.  “Could you please just talk to me before you install a new AI next time?  My chair was my safe zone, and now it’s asking me questions too.” 

                “I’m sorry baby.  I’ll remove it and I promise no new AI without telling you first.”

                “Thanks.  That’s all I ask.  I’m going to go take a shower before school.”  She turned and headed back up the stairs.  Her father turned back to his computer feeling like there was something extremely important that he had forgotten. 

                Five minutes later Jamie stepped climbed into the shower looking forward to just hiding from the world for a while.  “Hello Jamie.  How warm would you like the water?  Are you in the mood for a light mist or a heavy pressure this morning?”

                “DAAAAD!!!!!”