It was expected of us to let the Administrators know when were awake. The green light blinked under my palm and the machine hummed as it scanned my biometrics. Another chime, different from the alarm but no less charming, alerted me that the scan was complete. I took my hand off the glass and swung my legs over the side of my thin mattress. The bed was positioned a few feet off the floor on a white shelf that was supported by two hinged poles that protruded from the wall. The biometric scanner was on a white, rectangular pedestal that jutted out from the similarly colored wall. When I got off the bed the Administrator sensed the weight shift and the bed folded up, disappearing into the white wall seamlessly, as if it never existed. Every night, after the Administrator scanned my biometrics, the bed would descend with clean, pressed sheets. "Good morning, Cobra Dawn." The Administrator's calm voice greeted me. "Are you ready for your morning exercises?" "Yes ma'am." The view screen on the wall opposite the bed turned on.
