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[–] davel@lemmygrad.ml 7 points 2 days ago (1 children)

Today is August 4, 2026,” said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, “in the city of Allendale, California.” It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. “Today is Mr. Featherstone’s birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita’s marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.

Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.

Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining outside. The weather box on the front door sang quietly: “Rain, rain, go away; umbrellas, raincoats for today. ..” And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing.

Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. After a long wait the door swung down again.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Will_Come_Soft_Rains_(short_story)

my favorite part of sci-fi is when all their futuristic technology gets to be so dated. alexa on optical tape and mechanical relays. single-panel garage doors. a "weather box" that's basically just the early-morning news on tv