You’re home after a long, hard six hour day, including an hour of overtime. Time is four o’clock on Thursday, the end of your four-day workweek. You get up from your home office in the corner of your bedroom and stretch.
You wave for the virtual wall-screen in front of you to switch from work mode to leisure and up comes the news for the day. Nothing grabs your interest, just the usual ads for the latest technology and who-done-what-to-whom in some faraway place called Washington. Noting your lack of interest from your eye scan, the AI drops the news and brings up reports from your social network and a notice that your personal AI has paid the rent and the communication bills. You’re annoyed that the AI saw fit to interrupt your social interaction with the fact it was just doing its job.
Your personal AI connects with your partner’s AI to arrange dinner at six at the Global Event, a combination restaurant, nightclub, entertainment center you frequent at week’s end. You walk by the automated thermostat to check that the AI has adjusted the air conditioning to your post work desire and slip into the shower, which is electronically programmed to just the right temperature. When you step out, the blowers kick on giving you a quick blow dry and your AI has had the closet’s robotic arm select your clothes for the evening.
You put on the shirt but not before noticing that it’s getting a bit old. You mention that to your AI assistant who informs you it has already ordered a replacement that will arrive tomorrow. While you wait for your partner to get ready, you enter the kitchen, reach for the fridge, and stop when the robotic arm produces your favorite beer and opens it for you.
You let the brew swirl around your mouth and wonder when you’ll be able to train your personal AI to do your work for you so you won’t have to bother.