Subject: A struggle of epic proportions
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Posted on: 2018-02-09 01:52:00 UTC

Harris was strewn across the leather couch. There he lay, in front of the T.V., and behind the coffee table. Another episode of "Friends" was about to autoplay.

"Alexa, how many seasons of 'Friends' are there?"

The home robot that he'd recently purchased lit up, and cheerily responded that there were 10 seasons in total, and 236 episodes total.

Harris groaned and harrumphed as the title sequence played. Episode 4, Season 2.

He was in no mood to get up and simply pick up the remote, and watch something more interesting, but on the other hand it was getting close to four in the morning, and he had to sleep some time.

And so, he sat up straight, and began to focus. Channeling his inner energies. Attempting to straighten out and clear his mind. Closing his two eyes, and attempted to open his metaphorical third.

With a sudden burst of movement, he struck his hand out open-palmed, towards the remote.

No dice.

Too much energy spent, he opted for lying back down, and shoving a pillow over his head.

Somewhere, deep down he remembered something very vital to him. Something extraordinarily important that he had done. Something of great power and use to him, in times of great need such as this. He spent a minute, exercising his mind, working his poor brain as hard as he could.

He had hooked up Alexa to his T.V.

"Alexa, turn off the T.V."
"I'm sorry, I could not understand your request."

Harris decidedly moved the pillow off of his face, and repeated once more.
"Turning off the T.V."

And with that victory, Harris decided that he had some hard-earned sleep to take advantage of, and drifted off.

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