Free Eye of Ra by Kipjo Ewers Page B

please.”
     
    Slowly he once again followed the familiar as it glided across the floor leading him out of the dining hall and down the hallway. He paused and quickly turned to see his bowl morph into a silver ball as the table it was on slid and tilted, dropping it and its contents into a port that opened up in the floor, while his seat floated back to its spot and sunk back into the floor. He then watched in amazement as the port closed and the table descended like the seat, returning to its spot in the floor.
     
    Shaking his head, he turned to see the familiar waiting for him. He continued to follow it. Several yards away from the dining hall, circular doors split open and granted them entrance. The lights turned on automatically, revealing to Laurence what appeared to be a wardrobe room.
     
    He looked around, unnerved and curious. On one side of the room were six huge silver tubes lined up next to one another, running the length of the wall and ceiling of the room. On the other side of the room were sets of outfits that appeared to be straight out of ancient Egypt. As Laurence moved closer to inspect and touch them, he could instantly tell that they had an “otherworldly” stamp.
     
    “If you’re expecting me to put one of these on and rock a skirt …” he scowled.
     
    “Negative,” it answered. “That attire is both outdated and unsuitable for your planet’s current era. We will be fabricating a proper outfit for you to wear during your outing. Would you prefer a full suit, or a shirt and pants set?”
     
    “Fabricate?” He snorted. “You gonna sew some gear for me?”
     
    “I will not be sewing you anything,” it turned to him. “These sub-atomic weaving tubes will be used to produce your clothing based on prior body scans taken from you. Please specify the type of outfit design you would prefer.”
     
    “How about a hoodie set and some kicks?” He shrugged.
     
    “Uploading standard urban sweat suit pattern with hood, increasing size pattern for comfort and style. Would you prefer running or basketball shoes, any personal color preferences?”
     
     “Red and black for color,” he answered while rubbing his head. “Basketball for the sneaks.”
     
    His attention was turned to one of the tubes as it came alive with green lights and a low hum.
     
    “Fabrication nearing completion in less than a minute,” it concluded.
     
    “That fast?” He turned to it dumbfounded.
     
    “The requested outfit is not that complicated.” It answered back. “Fabrication has been completed.”
     
    The tube opened up releasing a cloud of white steam. Laurence cautiously approached the tube with his gut in his throat. It stayed there as he beheld thought brought to existence in seconds. He quickly looked over his shoulder at the familiar as if looking for permission before reaching in and taking out the articles of clothing. The hooded sweatsuit was mainly black with red piping around the hood and red accents on different parts of the outfit. The material was thick yet soft with a velvet shine to it.
     
      Next he reached in for the sneakers, which had a similar color scheme as the sweat suit. Their style was similar to Air Jordans, yet they appeared much sleeker and felt as if they barely had any weight. Just before he was about to ask for socks, he noticed a pair in black made from the same material as the sweat suit.
     
    “This is off the chain,” he nodded with approval. “But you couldn’t make a brother some boxers?”
     
    “If you are concerned about reduced sperm count, I can assure you that your current undergarment will not interfere with or reduce your procreation capabilities,” it answered. “In fact I detect that your sperm count has increased …”
     
    “Do me a favor,” he held up a hand stopping it mid-sentence. “Do not talk to me about my balls or my sperm, ever, are we clear?”
     
    “As you command,” it bowed in servitude.
     
    He walked a couple steps away