Modern daily life plays out as an infinite carousel of activities; his house is aware, organized along the general perimeter of a circle. Each cell of the house manufactures an accurate response to his needs at any shrug of the day. He emerges from sleep at the house's hindquarters, and stumbles through the hall that provides his morning routine, departing through the portal, streetside. His machine, the house's accompliss, transplants him to work, only to return again at five. He reenters at its six, has ramen at three and dozes at twelve in preparation for another cycle.

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