[Theme Futuristic, Tween-range] Houston , America 3000 I was in the middle of this awesome dream, when I felt pure metallic solid tug onto my shoulder. "Wake up!! Clang! Bang! Wake up!! Clang! Bang!" "Stop it you stupid bot!! It's a Saturday!!!" Then, the old pest said something I feared. "You have to work out even on weekends, Armaan!!" "Oh, please have mercy on me! And, by the way, aren't you supposed to call me Sir !?" "Initializing!!" "What do you mean initializing ?? I've told you a thousand times, now!!" "No Armaan, you have stated this only 4,653,291 times to be exact!!" "Again ' Armaan ' !!" Then, I got out of bed, drowsily, yet angrily. I looked at my clock. It was still around 4:45. "Come on, Jet! You woke me three hours earlier!!" "Sir, today is a Saturday! You have a lot of time!!!" "Well, yeah. I have all the time in the world today and tomorrow....
by Armaan Kothare