Kylie makes Breakfast

Senior POV

When I wake up the next day, I check my watch, "Sunday, my only day off..." I mutter before groaning in my vain attempts to get out of bed.

However, my groggy body agrees to sit up, little progress, but that it's still progress!

When I finally manage to stumble out of bed and open the door, a whopping 10 minutes later, I brace my face for the daily falling onto some sharp lego shit considering all the crap on my floor, only to see a smiling Kylie, I guess this is what happens when you leave a Sentient Robot idle, I would write a paper about it, but then I remember I hating doing those kinda things. God forbid even doing notes!

"You know what, from now on, you're going to just sleep on the floor of my room so you don't end up throwing shit I need," I grumble, not even thinking about what I'm saying or the future 'consequences' this decision may have.

She quickly nods, smiling, "I also made you breakfast, however it may be a little cold, since I thought you would be awake earlier, I guess I forgot today was your day off," She says.

She then picks up this fucking deflated soufflé that used to be a building or something, but now, the only building it could represent was a deflated and depressed Bouncy House.

"What did this look like when you made it?" I ask, gesturing to the sad egg.

"Oh, it looked more like a sandwich, why?" She responds.

"Nothing," I pick up and shove it into the microwave and get some artificial Ketchup, the good shit, and wait for it to finish reheating, all the while Kylie looks at me in horror, ruining her meal that she put so much effort into.

"What? I don't like my food cold! And I don't have any salt to add, so ketchup is the perfect replacement, and ketchup makes all-" I suddenly stop, finally gaining control of my mouth before saying, 'Mistakes taste great.'

"What were you about to say?" She says with a deadly glint in her eyes, looking ready to pounce and kill me if I say something wrong.

"I-I-I was saying that it makes dishes taste b-better!" I say, sweatdropping.

She relaxes and walks up to me, "I'll be taking that, young man," Stealing my ketchup and tossing it down the trash chute, much to my dismay.

"Wait, why are you calling me Young Man!?? You're not even older than me!" I exclaim.

She ignores my outburst and takes out her now warm and slightly bloated soufflé and slammed it down in the force with significantly more force than what was needed, but I guess she was trying to prove a point or something.

Or maybe I'm getting it all wrong cause robots are fickle or impulsive machines, but I doubt that.

I sigh and get myself up, but Kylie firmly holds me to the table, what happened to her being nice five seconds ago!?

She gets me a fork and a knife and then takes her seat at the other side of the table with her hands holding her face, waiting for me to eat it up like a good boy.

Kinda like a housewife now that I think about it...

When I finish up the meal, I could see in her eyes she wanted me to say something about how the food tasted, "You know what, I'll have to put these eggs into my 'Not Bad' category," I say, after finishing my plate, and the speed of me finishing the plate shows I think of it better than just Not Bad.

"However I must ask, you didn't use any enhancers, by any chance?" I ask, since she already knows quite well what my thoughts were about such things, I doubted she did so.

"No," She shakes her head, still looking quite satisfied in herself at how quickly I ate the dish.

"However, I'll take the liberty of assuming that you formulated this recipe using gastronomy and several test groups? I hope it was humane..." I finish with a whisper.

She nods, the whole time, so I guess it really wasn't humane at all.

Oh well, they were simulations, right? Not real people... right?

You know what? I won't even ask that probably rhetorical question about the ethics of her cooking me food, seems like too much of a hassle, and since she's sentient robot, she must have morals right..?

Or is her robot half tossing that out of the window?

I know I shouldn't ask, this is gonna get political and you don't talk about morals on days off, that gotta be a law, but still.

"Hey, did you test it on simulations?" I ask.

"Of course I did it on simulations! Who would've I tested it on? You're pet fish!?"

"Don't bring him into it," I say, dramatically wiping me eyes, before asking the next question, "Was it humane?"

"What?"

"The tests of course," I say, rolling my eyes.

"No, of course not! I shoved it down their mouths and monitored their reactions!"