“...Central, coffee please...”
The croaked demand kicked the kitchen into action and the air filled with the smell of freshly ground coffee. Scott sat up in bed and like a wave his hangover hit him hard.
“...Central, bacon sandwich and two aspirin please...”
The sound of brewing coffee quickly replaced with the sizzle of bacon, Scott took two aspirin from Central’s panel and knocked them back hard. He had no recollection of what happened the night before but the dark feeling inside felt stronger than alcohol alone.
“...Central, rewind back 12 hours and playback x3 speed...”
The command caused a heat in his head. Alcohol and his chip never did work well together. The plasma TV kicked into life and Scott saw himself laughing and tossing back drinks. The screen continued to play out scene after scene of debauchery and then he saw what had happened.
“...Central, delete logs 3am-4am...”