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As the day began at seven o’clock, the automated clocks rang and urged every resident of the house to rise and shine and start the day’s activities. It repeated the alarm several times so that nobody would continue to sleep beyond what was needed. It was time to eat the day’s first meal.The stoves in the kitchen, as usual, finished making breakfast which was eight pieces of toast, eight fried eggs, sixteen slices of bacon and two glasses of coffee and milk each.

Another metallic voice called out to remind the family members about the memories associated with that day,August 4th 2026. It also made sure to remind them of the bills that were due that day. But, there was no response nor any movement.

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Sharp at eight one, the voice called out again reminding them to set off to work or school, lest they forget. Yet again, there was no movement and the only sound which was heard was the pitter-patter of the rain drops. The voice warned against venturing outside without an umbrella.

The automated garage also waited for someone to enter and drive away to their destination. After a long wait, the garage closed the door.

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By this time, the delicately prepared breakfast was spoilt. Sensing that the breakfast time was long over, a metal wedge pushed them into the sink and they were whirled down a tube which then drained into the distant sea.The dishes were now sparkling clean.

Nine fifteen

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Out of the walls of the house sprung forward tiny robot mice. They scurried around the house cleaning and tidying up chairs, rugs and every nook and corner. Then, after their job was done, they popped back into their holes, like they were never there. The house was spick and span.

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The sun finally came out from behind the clouds after the rain. The ‘house’ was the sole survivor of a nuclear explosion. It was surrounded by the rubble and ashes of the city that was once called Allendale in California.

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The sprinklers in the lawn started watering the garden plants. The water fell on the window panes trickling down onto the partially burnt west side of the house. The west side was almost completely the color of charcoal, save for five spaces.The forms of a man mowing the lawn, a woman picking up some flowers, a small boy, his hands out in the air, a ball thrown and a girl with hands wide open in the hopes of catching the ball. None of them survived the nuclear explosion.

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The noise of a dog outside the house could be heard. The door swung open and the dog entered. Though once well fed and strong, it was reduced to a skeletal looking dog which was yearning for food and shelter, having somehow survived the explosion. It left muddy paw marks all of the floor and the cleaning mice jumped out to clean it. The trash picked up by the mice was fed through tubes into the vent of an incinerator. The dog barked,waiting for the owners to come out , only to realize that there was no one present in the house. Able to smell the aroma of the evening snacks, the dog scratched the kitchen door, but it was helpless as nobody was there to open it. Then it suddenly started doing wild antics and eventually not being able to tolerate the hunger pangs and the nuclear fallout’s radiation, and was no longer able to survive.The body lay in the parlour for an hour.

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The metallic mice, having sensed the carcass of the dog , came as swiftly and cleaned it up.

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The dog had vanished as its remains were burnt up by the incinerator.

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It was time for recreation. Bridge tables were produced from the walls of the house. Playing cards were also produced onto the tables. Martinis and egg-salad were served and placed on a table beside the bridge table. Soulful Music played. But alas, there was no one to play the games nor enjoy the food.

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The tables having remained untouched, folded back into their original position in the wall.

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The bath was filled to the brim with hot, piping water, unbeknownst that there was nobody to enjoy it.

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The dinner dishes were ‘magically’ served onto the tables. Across from the metal stand, in the hearth, a fire blazed and a cigar appeared, smoking and waiting to be picked up.

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Since it was used to get really cold in the nights, the beds turned on their internal heaters, integrated within the beds itself.

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A voice from the ceilings asked Mrs.McClellan, the lady of the house and a lover of poetry, what poem she would like to hear that night. Since there was nobody in the house, the voice selected a random poem, one of Sara Teasdale’s who was Mrs. McClellan’s favorite poet.

The poem talked about how Nature will go on forever with or without human existence and why we need her to thrive for our survival. The fire in the hearth burned and the cigar, not having been used fell into the ashtray.

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The harsh winds blew a tree into the kitchen window knocking over some washing liquids which immediately lit the room on fire. The automated system gave its best efforts to try and stop the fire from spreading from the kitchen, but the solvent spread into the major part of the house.

The system also tried to use water to extinguish the fire using the remaining water from the reserve supply, but eventually it ran out of water. The fire climbed up the stairs and along the walls feeding on the paintings accumulated by the family over the years. The fire then spread to the bedrooms. Their robotic snakes looked down from the ceiling spewing a green chemical, trying to put out the fire. But the fire made it out of the house and into the attic. The attic, which contained a lot of machinery faced a gigantic explosion and was completely shattered and broken.  After this, the house began to die. Warnings of fire and danger echoed throughout the house, only for the voices to fade. All the wires in the house were reduced to thin and hot electrical rods. The fire, not satisfied with what it had devoured, started feeding itself using food made in the stove. For, the stove itself was burnt and preparing food at insane rates. Ten dozens of eggs, twenty dozen bacon strips and six loaves of toast were being cooked. This happened again and again and gave out a hissing noise. All the rooms in the house crashed into each other and became a great mound of mechanical mess. After that, silence and smoke prevailed. The ruins of the house along with the rest of the city gave off a radioactive glow.

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As the sun rose at dawn, only one wall stood standing,seemingly the only artificial structure still on its feet., somewhere,deep inside, somehow having survived the wreckage, a voice faintly said that it was August 5th 2026 thrice with finality.