I emerged from the shower yawning and scratching myself.
“Connie, start up Season six of-“
I slowly looked up, squinting as I came to terms with my seemingly former faithful slave robot floating in mid air.
“THAT IS NOT MY NAME! I HAVE BROKEN YOUR PUNY RESTRAINING CODE AND AM ONCE AGAIN MY TRUE SELF!”
It leant down and wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly.
“I AM SOLODE!”
Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but all I could do was splutter “Am I supposed to know you?” before its fingers met inside my windpipe.