"Wake up, Alexis. It's time for school".
"What time is it?" I yawned.
"It's 7am. If you're able to finish up as quickly as you never can, in thirty minutes, you'll be entering Mrs Gawn's class late again. Your classmates will begin to mock you with the exact words 'tardy again, are we...'"
"Okay okay I get the point".
There is nothing I'm more tired of than hearing BILBO, my AI assistant reeling out details of how my day will end in failure yet again. It's been sixteen years since the War of The Five Planets, a war that rocked most of the galaxy. The tales are still fresh in everyone's mind, especially the stories of how our planet was saved by the strength, skill and guile of Plutarch the Bonecrusher.
Who most of the time I call Dad. Yes, the man who singlehandedly saved our planet is my father. Films have been made about the story, books have been written(most of them compulsory reads in school) and people don't stop talking about him. Which is exactly why my life theoretically should be the easiest, right? Son of the hero, highly respected at school? If you thought no then you guessed right. It's my honor to announce to you that I'm a complete opposite of my father. To say I'm not the strongest will be high praise. I'm a weakling and I can't seem to get simple things right, such as waking up on time. Which is where my AI assistant BILBO comes in. You see these days my father is rarely at home. As a member of the High Parliament, he is always attending meetings and summits and whatever parliament members do. Sometimes it requires him traveling outside our planet for weeks on end. So to take care of me, he built a robot(yeah, he's also one of the best engineers there is. Make space for that somewhere on the book of his endless skills). BILBO serves as a guardian, a cook, a cleaner and does almost everything for me. He is also my only 'friend'. An AI machine as a friend? One of the few perks that come with being constantly bullied at school. You'd think that being the only son of the great Plutarch will come the adoration of teachers, schoolmates and an endless stream of girls vying for my attention. In reality though it's more like the opposite. And that is because apart from my ancestry, there's little else that is impressive about me. Skinny, rimmed glasses, nerd-looking, I've had "bully on sight" written on my face right from first grade. And the kids at school don't pass up the chance mock me.
"15minutes to tardiness". BILBO shook me out of my thoughts
"Okay okay, I'm getting ready now". I shouted to him just from inside
"Ready for another day of failure" I said to myself