Even in space, morning routines could be met with reluctance.
Talitha stirred in her bed, a chunk of blanket wrapped around her right ankle. Mumbling incoherently as consciousness filtered in, she wriggled in her comfy cocoon and tried to ignore the gentle, lightly synthesized voice trying to wake her up.
“Talitha,” the voice said. “You told me to wake you up at this time. Please, wake up.”
“Mmmmmmfinewhatever,” Talitha slurred as she finally freed herself from from her warm, soft tangle. “It’s cold. Do we need to have climate control fixed again?”
There was a sigh from the voice. “Good morning to you, too. Might I add that I have other, more important duties to perform, and being your alarm clock prevents me from performing them?”
Following a lengthy and exaggerated yawn, Talitha finally looked at the one waking her up to see a feminine figure with long, white hair in a light blue bodysuit. The look in their (yes, their