Todays prompt at The Daily Post caught my eye.
Congrats—you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?
And since I hate—HATE—to vacuum, that’s what I wrote about. 100 words about vacuuming as follows:
Jim squealed in delight. He couldn’t believe it, his friends had given him a humanoid for his birthday. A remarkably human looking one. Only the empty eyes gave him away. Apart from that you could easily forget that it wasn’t a human man standing there. And Jim had no problem what so ever to avoid looking at those eye—there were plenty of other things to watch.
“How may I serve, Master?”
Remarkable. “Erm… vacuum.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“Suck the floor!”
“Yes, suck it! Be quiet about it, though.”
“I’ll suck and be quiet about it.”