R-L04, Serf, swiped a recession in the wall revealing a smooth glass interface. A few touches here and there and the window’s opacity decreased until it became completely clear. John Doe receded under his sheet with a groan as the morning light hit his face, “What the heck are you doing, robot?" He always made the effort to remind Serf that it was a robot. He had no patience when it came to robots, so making the effort to condescend them whenever he saw fit, was pleasing.
"Apologies sir, but this is quite urgent you’re-" Serf’s husky synthetic voice was cut off by Doe’s impatience.
"Alright, alright. Can you at least fade the windows?"
"Most certainly sir" with that, Serf reached over to the glass interface and dimmed the windows on request.
"And can you stop calling me sir all of the time?" Doe knew that robots like Serf were programmed to be polite, but insisted on questioning it anyway. At least it wasn’t ‘master’; He hated that and on