Soft Rains
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- Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock!"The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness.
- Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!"In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly brown toast, eight eggs sunnyside up, sixteen pieces of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk."
- Nine-fifteen, time to clean."Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were a crawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their mustached runners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. Then, like mysterious invaders, they popped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean."
- Twelve noon."A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch. The front door recognized the dog voice and opened. The dog, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and through the house, tracking mud. Behind it whirred angry mice, angry at having to pick up mud, angry at inconvenience.
- Two thirty-five.Bridge tables sprouted from patio walls. Playing cards fluttered onto pads in a shower of pips. Martinis manifested on an oaken bench with egg-salad sandwiches. Music played.
- Ten o'clock."The house began to die. The wind blew. A falling tree bough crashed through the kitchen window. Cleaning solvent, bottled, shattered over the stove. The room was ablaze in an instant!"
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