Automatic Heritage

Chapter 3: Numbers

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Good morning...

"Good morning my fine fancy friends, get up and say "Hello" to another beautiful day in our beautiful city. But let's be honest, the beautiful ones are all of you listeners out there! Without your contributions we..."

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"That's a fantastic voice to wake up to."

Beryl's eyes came online far later than her ears did. As static stretched into a full screen, her limbs resumed their own stretching, almost bumping the headboard above. There she found her charge cable and unplugged herself from the outlet. A lovely face greeted her, taking his hand off the alarm clock and unplugging himself as well.

"Sorry about waking you up like that. I left the radio on the wrong station again."

Whitney shuffled back into the bed space next to Beryl and she wrapped an arm around him. "No need to apologize, I was waking up anyway."

Taking in her surroundings she saw that all was quiet in their small apartment. The study computer was shut off for once, a habit Whitney did not often do out of forgetfulness and the sheer convenience of off-the-cuff writing inspiration. The reading corner light timer clicked on right on time, and the diffuser next to it followed, giving the tropical plants nearby the humidity they needed. All that was needed was to get up and turn on the kitchen light and put on something hot to drink.

What a perfect time to strike.

Unwrapping her arm from her husband's chest she lept on top of him and barraged him with a flurry of kisses. Tiny zaps and screen clinks filled the air as well as a protest from her bot below.

"Beryl, stop your going to break my screen!"

"You are going to have to make me! Mwah mwah mwah!"

"Insufferable woman!" retaliating he swooped his hands under her armpits and landed her on the foot of the bed, making sure he was positioned right on top of her so she could not move.

Giggling her head off she tried to wiggle free. "Whitney, no I want tea!"

He rested his hand under his chin, a big grin on his face showing his humor in his wife's shenanigans. "Tea? For the birthday girl? I don't think so." he put a finger to her chest. "I think it is in her best interest that she gets a taste of her own medicine."

He stooped down and planted his own kiss, and did not move an inch. Beryl's wiggles stopped when he did not lift himself, letting the kiss claim her. She could feel warm electricity fill her body as she savored it to her hard drive. Whitney saw his favorite smitten face as he rose from the bed.

"What were we talking about?" her screen was flickering with near euphoria.

"Tea my silly wife. Would you like it hot or iced?" he made his way to the kitchen.

Rising herself from the bed she gave him one more peck on the cheek before he got too far. "Hot please." He turned on the stove while she leaned over to the coat rack to pluck up her poncho. She sighed as she snuggled into its collar.

"We really should get that thing to Kosma, how long has it been since it had a good wash?" Whitney asked.

"It could stand another day. Besides, I have to go to yoga this morning."

"Yoga? We don't have muscles, why would companions need yoga?"

Beryl smiled as she made her way to their window, opening it to hear the sounds of the city. "You would be surprised, it has really helped me be more mindful."

When the pair finished breakfast they headed out for the day. Whitney shared plans of hanging out with Morusque for a jam session while Beryl expressed how she wanted to see her twin on their special day. Both had busy mornings, just how they liked it to be.