RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES)
Having to travel to the galley for a snack was just too stressful for me.
The text hologram hovered behind me, the cursor blinking, waiting patiently for my next words. “Assista-bot is still being an ass about my littering," I said as I placed a hand on the machine and ran my fingers over the screen, wondering what to pick. “No, scrap that part out. He wouldn't let me rest if he knew I wrote that."
*Scrapped out, Captain,* A.R.I.A, my ship's A.I replied and the tick of the backspace followed after, clearing out my words.