Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o 'clock!
Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o'clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one!
Nine-fifteen, sang the clock, time to clean.
The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine!
Five o'clock the bath is filled
Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. After a long wait the door swung down again.
6:00 to 8:00 PM
Dishes need to be done
Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were a crawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal.
The bed has warmed up for you Mrs. McClellan
The bath is filled with clear hot water.
The dinner dishes are manipulated like magic tricks and in the study a click.
Nine o'clock. The beds warmed their hidden circuits, for nights were cool here. Nine-five. A voice spoke from the study ceiling: "Mrs. McClellan, which poem would you like this evening?" The house was silent.