The virgin & the bad boy (Gravity)

Chapter 11/Breakfast at 5,000ft

Saturday Morning/Great grandmother's sky-house/Scarlett's guest bedroom. 

"Good morning madam" said Kentro as the window blinds opened. Through the wind I saw the magnficant spectial of the land below fading in the distance to the beach then the sea beyond.

"Morning Kentro, do I have any email?" I began. 

Actually I began more like this

"Who are you?", "where am I?",  "why can't I move?", "where the flock is my scoot suit?" , "what planet is this?". "Sorry, I've been kept up all night with Amazone drone deliveries I'm tired. What's up bud".

I was getting dressed. Kentro had disappeared all evening and he had returned to his alarm to find me getting myself undressed. Now next morning I had already argued with Kentro and won over who got to brush my teeth (hint I won). I wasn't going to be one of those people who just got the robot to do  everything for them.

Kentro had brought up some toast for breakfast.

"Breakfast has been delayed " Kentro began "Grouthouser reported that a number of the Kitchen white-goods are either malfunctioning or in need of system updates before operation. Given your space-lag I thought some toast and coffee would suffice while you wait" 

"Thanks how thoughtful" I said. I did wake up with a small blackhole in my stomach. All this gravity was like having a huge work out every day.

"You have four thousand new emails, three hundred requests for money from Antartic princes, two hundred and fifty-two assorted scams, one hundred and ninety emails with viruses attached."

"How many genuine emails from real people?" I said.

"25 emails which can only be interpreted as offers of marriage. Madam" said Kentro going through my wardrobe. Well his body was. His head/mask was facing me.

"I said genuine emails." I said sitting in a chair with a somber white tray on my knees. 

"They are all earnest and most heartfelt requests for matrimony Madam. Your aunt essentially and very tactfully posted on Un-Facebook that you were 'free game' so to speak."

I looked for something to spread Jam on my toast with. It was over on a table near a potted plant.

"UHU UN-Facebook I so hate you so much, I could kill myself. Pass me the knife would you Kentro" I said sipping some orange juice.

"Sorry Madam the first law of robotics forbids me completing that particular request." said Kentro.

My eyes raised at it "Oh come on like I'm going to kill myself with a butter knife?".

"There were over 423 deaths by butter knives last week alone" Kentro said.

"Really?"

"Across the entire solar system with 56 billion humans and all the myriads of events and activities it would be unsurprising if 423 people didn't die from butter knives" said Kentro.

"Oh" I said then spotted the very short dress Kentro had laid out for me.

"I see you're going join in this particular marriage fest by getting me out in my most revealing dress" I told him in no uncertain terms.

Kentro began "It is somewhat warm and the skirt would do go ameliorating that particular problem, but it does also help display one of your better physical features for the camera"

"My long legs," I said.

"Possibly madam, I was thinking of your ankles. The downstairs roomba was commenting to me that you could, if one so wished enter into ankle modelling, which being such a highly competitive area, was I believe a compliment indeed"