Deciding to take his belongings to the guest room, Sam embarked on a mini house tour along the way. The house was impeccably clean and well-furnished with designer furniture and expensive artwork. He passed the state-of-the-art kitchen, an open living room, and of course, the home theater which he resolved to spend much of the summer in already, before heading upstairs to the guest room. Down the hallway was the master bedroom, but the door was shut. As he entered the guest room, Sam dropped his bag down on the bed. He looked out the window, having a view of the backyard which included a swimming pool. He’d probably spend a lot of time out there this summer as well, he thought.
Sam reached into his duffel bag and rummaged around all his clothes before pulling out his game console that he had stashed underneath. Cradling it almost like a child, he carried the console back downstairs and into the home theater. The room included some rather comfortable-looking large leather recliner chairs and a large projection screen on the far wall. As he looked around, there weren’t any panels where he could hook up his console to the giant screen, so he figured it must be done in the projection room in the back. The projection room was the size of a small utility closet and featured a tall computer terminal. He found the right type of port for him to plug his console into, but as he turned the terminal on, text on the screen read ‘Access Denied. Profile Permission Required.’
“Shoot…” Sam muttered under his breath, biting his lip. Victoria must not have set up the guest profile with access to switch the theater input to gaming. Not one to be deterred, Sam thought himself technologically savvy enough to overcome this obstacle. 'There’s gotta be something in this house that he could use to get backdoor access to the house’s main profile.' Sam left the theater and began walking from room to room until he found Victoria’s study. Perfect. There he found exactly what he was looking for, an old tablet device in its charging station. He swiped through the settings and found the program that was linked to the house’s AI system. He switched it from ‘guest’ to ‘main’ and almost immediately he could hear the faint hum of machines coming to life all throughout the house.
“Welcome back, Victoria,” a feminine voice greeted from speakers in the ceiling. Sam knew he probably shouldn’t be accessing Victoria’s personal profile, but as long as he didn’t screw anything up, he could just switch it back to ‘guest’ in a few weeks and no one would have to know. For now, it was time to game. Back in the projection room, Sam was now able to easily set up his console and quickly became one with the soft leather chair with his controller glued to his hands.
Several exhilarating hours of intense nonstop sniper action later, Sam could feel himself getting both tired and hungry. He peeled himself off of the leather chair so he could stretch his legs. He wandered into the kitchen and noticed from the windows that it was now dark outside. Sam peered inside the refrigerator, and to his dismay all he could see was a collection of various health foods. Even in the freezer were a bunch of frozen diet meals. Spinach and cauliflower quiche? Yuck. He should have known better, he thought, to expect there to be something a 22-year-old boy would want to eat in here.
“Maybe I’ll go take a shower and then see if I can go grab a bite outside,” he mused. Sam’s favorite burger joint was just down the road anyway.
“The shower is being warmed up, please make your way upstairs,” the feminine voice of the house AI promptly responded. Sam nearly jumped, not expecting it. He was going to have to get used to a robot interacting with his spoken thoughts and watch what he says in the future. Either way, this was a helpful turn of events, and Sam thought that it might be fun to take advantage of the technology, something he normally didn’t have an opportunity to do.
Sam made his way upstairs and toward the guest room. However, this time the guest room door was shut, and the master room door had been opened. He tried to turn the nob, but the door wouldn’t budge. “Please make your way into the master bathroom, the shower is ready,” the AI urged.
‘But my clothes are all in the guest room,’ Sam thought to himself. ‘Well, I can just put what I’m wearing back on after I shower. I’ll figure out the room access after I get some food first…’
Sam entered Victoria’s bedroom and tried not to look around too much, feeling a little guilty for entering without her permission. The master bedroom looked quite fancy and had a massive king-size bed with a canopy in the center. The master bathroom was in a room off to the side and featured marble tile floors and counters while the walls were lined with mirrors. The room had a fragrant scent and there were racks of beauty products all over the place. Steam was coming from the glass door of the shower stall. Sam quickly disrobed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor and entered the shower. As the shower door fogged up with steam, Sam couldn’t see a pair of robotic arms reach out and pull his discarded clothes into a panel in the wall.
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