Princess Rachel walked into her smart home, the irony not lost on her. She had always been a stickler for cleanliness, but today she was the one who had made a mess. Her tall brown leather boots were caked with mud, a result of the driveway being refinished and forcing her to walk through the muddy area.
She sat down on the barstools and sighed, trying to think of the best way to handle her predicament. Her smart home technology was supposed to make life easier for her, but it seemed that today it was only making things more complicated.
Frustrated, she snapped her fingers, demanding, "Mop!" A figure crawled in, a smart home slave. He recognized the command and immediately began cleaning her muddy footprints off the concrete floor using only his tongue. He had to lick her entire floor clean, from the door to where she was sitting.
Princess Rachel sat silently and took a few pictures, capturing the humiliating scene for her personal collection. Feeling a twinge of guilt, she realized that this poor soul was just doing his job, albeit in an unusual manner. She tried to ignore him as he scraped the mud off her boots with his teeth and then used his tongue to really get them clean.
As she waited for him to finish, she couldn't help but wonder how much worse this could get. Her smart home was supposed to be a haven of luxury and convenience, not a place where she had to watch a man clean her boots with his tongue. She felt a sudden urge to get out of her dirty clothes, to wash her face, and to escape the mess that her life had become.
With a heavy heart, she realized that there was no escape. This was her life now, and she had to find a way to accept it. As the slave finished cleaning her boots, he looked up at her expectantly, waiting for his next command. Princess Rachel sighed, knowing that there was no rest for the weary, even in her own smart home.
