You wander around the futuristic contraption set up in your room, as the delivery men leave you are left alone with it. You can't believe your sister has wasted money on some fancy robo-bed. You toggle through some settings displayed on a screen attached to the side, it reads: standard sleep; deep sleep; beauty sleep; custom 1; custom 2; and so on. You leave one of the custom programs selected, "Eh I'm bored of this already - it won't even be used tonight as she is away, oh well." you think to yourself and leave her room, time to browse the web, enough time wasted.
However, when night comes a thought runs through your mind, why should this perfectly good bed go to waste? It's at least supposed to be super comfortable. You strip to your underwear, pull open the bed lid and climb inside what feels like a cryogenics chamber. "Huh, no buttons on the inside how does it start?" you mutter. You were just about to climb out when the lid sealed shut and a robotic voice plays, "Good night miss,