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 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: July 29, 2021      Views: 30

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BILL SCHOTT 

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future flash fiction 503 words.
"Laundry" by Bill Schott




Amy turned on the monitor by quickly wiping her eye teeth with her tongue. A work room came into view revealing a twelve foot high pile of soiled clothing. Amy was upset, wishing that Zem was there to keep her from having to perform this task that had been assigned to her by The Whom Who Delegates.

Fluttering her eyelids, Amy engaged the eye command. Looking to the dark red W on the upper left corner of the screen, she started the washing process.

Three vacuum tubes descended from above and sucked the pile of unclean laundry into a huge, community washing turbine. Within the machine, distilled liquids were applied to the clothing and the load was agitated for several minutes. When the container came to a stop, the fabrics were inundated with ultraviolet light for twenty seconds. Once the lights shut off, the load was sucked through another opening into a solar heated tumbler. In ten minutes the entire contents were whisked into a sorting chamber where a scanner identified tops, bottoms, undergarments, socks, towels, wash cloths, and bedding.

As the laundry pieces floated in the identification cylinder, she winked twice at the orange F in the upper right corner on the glowing monitor. The individual items were then pulled according to thread magnetism into the respective folding compartments. Within a minute, all items were folded, wrapped in biodegradable cellophane, and pushed onto a conveyor belt heading back to Amy's apartment.

Almost immediately after the laundry was completed, Zem walked through the portal into the room.

Seeing, with her peripheral vision, that Zem had returned, she mouthed the words, "You are worthless."

Zem sat next to her.

A bead of sweat appeared on Amy's forehead. As if in synchronization, a tear began running down the cheek on the other side of her face.

"You will do the laundry next time."

Zem sat quietly.

Suddenly, the monitor glowed with a yellow light which alerted her to a breach in the compound perimeter. Once the screen changed to green, she rolled her eyes to activate defense applications.

When the grid appeared, her eyes went to the first reaction initiative. Staring at a gray S, it turned to black, which indicated that the exterior compound was flooded with sound. She moved her vision to a gray G; as it turned to black the compound was covered with powder and vapor which would prove an effective irritant to any intruders.

Finally, eyeing the gray L, its darkening indicated the releasing of lasers at three levels: one decimeter above the ground, one meter, and two meters.

After several minutes, the screen shut off. It snapped back on with a coded configuration of patterns which Amy knew to be commands for physical intervention.

Placing her tongue on the roof of her mouth, she rubbed a half a dozen times until Zem rose, reached over and grabbed her, and attached her to the shoulders of its mechanical body.

Now together, AmyZem exited through the portal to defend the laundry.


 

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