Roll Out The Rolov

Roll Out The RolovMaryn was bored. She emerged from her bath dripping and unattractive, and waited resignedly as the Warm-Dry blew her lank young hair back from her forehead. The autotape whipped out and took the measurement of her immature figure.From the bedroom nearby, the memory-box spoke with her mother's recorded voice: "Hurry up, Maryn.""Yes, Mother," said Maryn obediently, knowing the memory-box would record her answer."It's almost eight," said her mother's...