Sunlight streamed through the window in Anna"s living room, falling on the comfy white sofa and reflecting off the surface of the glass coffee table. A few rays even made it to the kitchen where an island sat in the middle of the white-tiled floor.
Wooden cupboards lined two walls with the fridge and the oven placed side by side. As far as accommodations went, she didn"t mind her kitchen. There was no serving bot to cook her meals – though she preferred to cook her own meals, it was handy to have a bot if she was pressed for time – but otherwise, it was nice.
Anna sat at the island with her elbows resting on its surface, clutching a tablet in two hands. Her short cherry-red hair was tied back in a nubby little ponytail. “You dumb f*****g w***e,” she read aloud. “I will find you and r**e
