Alexey
The bright summer sun, breaking through the green foliage of the trees, filled the room. Feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, Alexey finally woke up, opened his eyes, and immediately closed his eyes again from the bright light. He had slept for an indecently long time today. It was almost nine o'clock in the morning. After making sure that there were no missed calls on the phone, Alexey leisurely lowered his bare feet to the floor and went into the kitchen.
There, too, everything was drenched in the sun. Light streamed from the wide sliding glass doors of the balcony, scattered into thousands of yellowish splashes in the potbellied glass of the decanter, dappled bunnies jumped on the surface of the kitchen table and cabinets, glittered in the mirrored surface of the refrigerator. Alexey took out ? single-use plastic tray with a frozen cutlet and mashed potatoes, casually threw it into the microwave and pressed the button. Then he turned on the coffee machine and, opening the glass shutters wide, went out onto the balcony.
The fresh air hit his face pleasantly. From the old park, which stretched right under the windows, the wind brought the coolness of the forest, the smells of lime and lilac. Leaning slightly on the railing and leaning slightly forward, Alexey enjoyed the view from his fifth floor, waiting for breakfast. However, he was more attracted, of course, not by the landscape, but by a pretty stranger running through the trees along a paved path. Alexey had noticed her a long time ago, because she ran every day, and when she appeared in the park, you could check your watch.
As usual, she ran, fully concentrating on the process, not looking around. Her long, straight, light straw-colored hair, held up on her forehead by a wide elastic band, fluttered like the tail of a comet in the oncoming air currents. Her magnificent breasts, tightly wrapped in a sports top, rose rhythmically with every breath, and her running shorts emphasized her thighs and buttocks, which were perfectly worked out in the gym.
However, Alexei was most attracted to the stranger's right leg. From about two-thirds of the thigh, just above the knee, and all the way down, it was a bionic prosthesis with white plastic pads on top of a steel base. Ball joints in the knee and shin ensured full mobility of the structure, and miniature servos allowed the brain to intuitively control it, like a living leg. A real engineering masterpiece. Alexey did not have any special sympathy for people with disabilities, but in this particular case, this physiological feature did not spoil its owner at all. On the contrary, it made her even more attractive.
— So you're home, neighbor! Alexey's reverie was interrupted by a familiar husky voice. On the next balcony stood Vladimir Mikhailovich, a completely gray-haired but sturdy old man. Dressed in a camouflage-colored T-shirt, smiling slightly, flashing a gold tooth and exhaling the acrid smoke of strong old-fashioned unfiltered cigarettes, he resembled an old retired soldier, although it was known for sure that he had worked all his life as a deputy for the supply of some pre-war electronic stamping company.
— Good morning,— Alexey smiled back.
— And I rang your doorbell, but you didn't hear. There is a selfish interest in you… Are you dealing with these smartphones?— Vladimir Mikhailovich asked, without letting the cigarette out of his mouth.
— A second,— Alexey replied.
— Well, that's great… You're probably just getting ready for breakfast. And then come to my place, if you don't mind. Tell me.
Alexey nodded silently. The microwave has really been working hard for a long time, frantically signaling readiness. The fragrant smell of coffee spread through the kitchen. Alexey slowly and carefully, so as not to burn his fingers, tore off the protective film on the container with the warmed-up breakfast, threw a couple of lumps of sugar into the coffee and turned on the laptop on the table to combine eating and watching network news as usual.
"More than five hundred unmanned trucks of a new model have been released onto the streets of the city"; "The billion-dollar delivery of goods by drone has taken place", "The network community notes the frequent cases of elevator failures. The developers of GA promise to figure it out," "The demand for robot vacuum cleaners has decreased due to the activity of the social movement "Do it with your hands!"".
Finishing the rest of his breakfast, Alexey looked thoughtfully around the room. Of course, it wouldn't hurt to clean up, but it would be rude to keep Vladimir Mikhailovich waiting. Alexey shoved his bare feet into slates, pulled on an equally rumpled hoodie over a rumpled T-shirt, and left the apartment.
