Schmolly (my sonâ€™s sonâ€™s sonâ€™s sonâ€™s) wakes up in the morning. Heâ€™s really exhausted, his bed cum massager didnâ€™t work properly last night and his automated dream program gave him a rather unpleasant one. He has to go to work today, damn! His robot brings him his food and maneuvers it in to his mouth, the spoon apparatus scratches his gums (mental note-must get that idiotic thing fixed soon. Wait!