You tell the driver there's a mistake and you need to go home

"Excuse me, sir?" you don't know why you're being so timid. This is your own ride, you should be able to tell it where to go. "I think there's a mistake with the GPS."

"Oh, I barely use it, you said you were going home?"

"Yes but..."

The driver glances at the GPS "Oh, I see what you mean. So you wanted to go to your first destination? Meadow Drive?"

"Yes, that would be.... I would really like that."

"Okay. Just ignore the GPS, we'll head there now."

You sat back in relief, but a bit of nervousness entered your body. With notifications and EDNA and phones that tracked you, it was all giving you a general sense of unease.

Your unease seemed unwarranted as the taxi pulled up outside your house. Thanking the taxi driver, you stumble as you get out, and make the remaining walk to your front door like you're on stilts. The house keys are in your purse, and like that, you're inside.

"Jane, you are not at work."

You don't say anything. If you don't say anything, then EDNA can't use it against you.

"You have an appointment at work." You just stumble in the hallway, leaving the purse on the hallway table. "Failure to show up for work can result in lost financial earnings and lowered social colleague esteem." You can't believe that something that talks like that has thrown such a cramp on your life. "Are you sick, shall I notify medical authorities."

"No," you risk.

"Would you like something to eat?"

You pause, you don't know how long its been since... in fact, did you eat at all today? You've been feeling a lot of weird things today, was one of them simple old fashioned hunger? "You know, I would like something to eat."

"Understood, please make your way to the kitchen."

You look briefly at your getup, then sighing, take off the heels at least, dump them in the hallway, and walk barefoot into the kitchen.

There are some hummings and machine noise as you sit down at a raised "bar" on the kitchen. Then robotic arms come out lowering fresh food right down in front of you, complete with water and cutlery. There's natural yogurt with blueberries, fresh melon and pineapple, and some chicken in a Caesar salad. A full afternoon meal just like that.

"Very nice!" you say.

"EDNA aims to please and support all aspects of your life" is the reply.

You smile wryly. Once you get it to stop thinking you're a girl there may actually be a lot of good things this machine could do.

For the moment you devour your meal and are glad it filled you up. It's like you were running on panic and Adrenalin the whole day. Now that you've got some food into you, you suddenly feel sleepy.

You couch of the front living room isn't far away and you decide to sit back on it. Lazily you reach for the remote but can't find one. Having a thought you say, "EDNA, turn on the TV", and like that the TV turns on.

Yes, you really needed to sort this house out.... a bit of tweaking here... a bit there... and it would be ideal.... to.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.