Mindlink

"Moni, please make me a black coffee," you ask out loud as you get out of bed. You toss your comforter on the blue bean bag cushion and hear the coffee machine start up. The home monitor has taken care of everything in your house since you moved in eight years ago. It automatically stows your bed into the compartment it hung from while you slept. The summer daylight makes you squint, but you welcome its warmth and ask Moni to open all the slide-blinds.

As you sip your black coffee, Moni begins to list your notifications to you over the sound of a smooth, almost liquid hip-hop track. The list read to you drags on to the point you're nearly tuned out, until you hear the name Latch.