The next morning Diana, clearing off the dishes from the little table, nearly wet herself when a slot by the floor opened up and a whirring robot zipped out.
"What the hell is that?" she exclaimed, resisting an urge to hop up on a chair and tuck up her feet.
Kor barely glanced up from his vid comm, where he browsed the news. "It's the house cleaner."
Diana, realizing this little tin bucket on wheels was considered normal, watched it zip around on the floor and, yes, sucking up dirt. Jane Jetson, eat your heart out. Diana had her own collection of robots that did it all.
Kor put aside his vid comm and looked up at her. "I was thinking perhaps we'd go shopping today. Alphie says Earth women enjoy that type of excursion."
"I'll get dressed," said Diana, already hurrying out of the room.
