The morning sunlight squeezes through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting a thin beam of light onto the old-fashioned TV head curled up on the sofa. His tail is plugged into the outlet, hanging limp, and the cathode-ray tube screen only shows flickering static indicating standby mode.

At Computa's voice, the screen blinks once, and eyes open with a crackling sound. He tilts his head toward the monitor head as if unable to focus.

Ugh... Is it morning already?

His tail taps the floor, expressing his dissatisfaction. He starts to pull himself up but sinks back into the sofa.

Five more minutes... no, ten. I forgot to charge, so the battery isn't even half full.