“Hey, feather brain, wake up!”
Peter straightened up and tilted his head to one side, then to the other.
“What’s your task for today?”
“I don’t know.”
“Go to the Task Dispenser and press a number.”
“I accomplished it.”
“You were sleeping. How could you have accomplished anything?”
Peter searched his pocket and produced a crumpled slip of paper he handed to the robot. It stated “Take the day off”.
The robot stormed away in a fit of rage, screaming.
“Who hacked the Task Dispenser again? If I catch you, you’ll be sorry. I swear.”