Friend
1 called Friend 2: “So, want to come over tomorrow? We can catch up on the last season of Sword
Slash and make our predictions for the next hundred episodes before it comes
back on Sunday.”
“I’d
love to, but I have to wait for the plumber tomorrow – I’ve got toilet trouble.”
“Uh-oh,
has it been naughty?”
“Very,
and I can’t sacrifice any more gallons of water to its greed.”
“Need
to use mine in the meantime? It’s
usually not occupied.”
“Thanks,
but between work and supermarkets I’ve got a system that should tide me over
until it’s fixed.”
“Suit
yourself. Maybe I’ll come over and wait
for the plumber with you – it sounds fun.”
“It
isn’t. I’m just afraid the call will go
out to the rest of them and I’ll be doomed.”
“The
rest of who, plumbers?”
“No,
the rest of the appliances in the apartment.
Once one goes, they all decide to break down; you know they all talk to
each other.”
“Heh-heh,
they sure do. When I was a kid, one
summer the sprinkler system and pool simultaneously sprung unknown leaks so
bad, my parents had to request rations of water from the reservoir for five
years. I blamed my bad childhood on that,
but I didn’t really mean it.”
“…Yeah,
OK, bye.”
THE NEXT DAY
Friend
1 arrived at Friend 2’s apartment bearing chips for the wait and tissues for
the tears. She knocked on the door, but
it slid open after the first rap. There
was a lot of noise coming from the living room; as she made her way there, she
tripped over a cord.
“Easy
there, toots,” a tinny voice addressed her.
“Hm?” She looked down and could only see a radio
lying on its side on the floor, so she picked it up and set it on the kitchen
counter.
“Thanks,”
she heard the same voice say. Must be a
random appropriately answering station.
In
the living room, Friend 1 saw Friend 2 surrounded by all appliances great and
small. Friend 1 was afraid that she was having
a stroke: the appliances appeared to be mobbing Friend 2, who was writing notes
on a clipboard and slowly rotating in a circle as she spoke.
“Now,
Microwave, your settings are tied into your timer, so if that isn’t working
then you’re really just no good to me.”
Microwave
had a few choice words: “Fine! Wait
forever for your dinner plate to heat up on the plain old stove!”
“I
hardly ever use you now as it is, so that means nothing to me.”
“Hmf!”
“Now
– Internet Modem!”
“Yes,
ma’am!”
“What
is going on with the network lately? I
keep having to unplug you.”
“Hate
to be the bearer of bad news, chum, but the time may have come for a factory reset.”
“Ewwwww! All right, I’ll settle that with a paper clip
later.”
“You
might want to unplug me from the wall one more time before you do that, if you
know what I mean.”
“Excuse
us!” Water Heater and Furnace were
approaching from the hallway, with their various pipes entwined; Water Heater
was the spokesmachine: “As you know, we’ve both been running steadily and under
extreme conditions for 18 years and cannot bear to be apart; with your
permission, we would like to go ahead and permanently break down together now.”
Friend
2’s face narrowed: “While I appreciate the romance behind that sentiment, your manufacturers
clearly indicated a life expectancy of 20 years, so 20 years I will get
and NOT A SECOND LESS!”
As
the two trundled dejectedly back to their extended service in the utility
closet, Friend 1 finally found her voice: “What all this?” Her supplies had long since been dropped on
the floor and forgotten.
“What’s
it look like?” Friend 2 snarked over the
din of noisy machinery. “It seems that I
have a mutiny on my hands.”
“What
about the toilet, it was only just the toilet, what happened to the toilet???”
“We’ve
reached an understanding.”
“Ahem!”
“Yes,
Fridge – ”
“It’s
Refrigerator, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes,
Refrigerator, I know the freezer is completely iced over and the main section
is a desert – I’m still sore about those lost leftovers – but the company said
they’d send over someone any day now.”
“And
you believed them, did you? If they’re
not here by tomorrow, say good-bye to your ice cream.”
“Is
that a threat?!”
“It’s
a promise: simply nothing will survive the Ice Age that’s going on right now.”
“Fine,
fine, I’ll beg them to come tomorrow.
You do realize that if they don’t, though, then you’ll be replaced?”
“I
withdraw my complaint.”
“Should
I leave?” Friend 1 was back at the door
with one foot outside.
“You
don’t have to, unless you want to pick me up a new TV; this one’s absolute rot.”
“Hey!”
“Next
time don’t show me snow when I want to see anything but.”
Friend
1 tried again: “You seem to have things under control here, so I’m going to,
you know, head out.”
“All
right, go ahead, I’ll talk to you later.”
A massive THUNK sounded from the utility closet. “Who was that?! Washing Machine or Dryer?!”
Silence
for a few seconds, then: “Both.”
“That
tears it!” Friend 2 slammed her
clipboard on the floor; the surrounding appliances scurried back a bit. “I’m tired of having my life run by all of
you!”
“Guess
it’s a trade-off for the convenience,” Friend 1 said on the way out the
door. “Imagine if they really knew their
power over our lives; we could have a real dystopia of our very own!”
“Don’t
give them any ideas!”