The next morning, Jen slowly awoke and dragged herself out of bed. "Damn, do women feel like this every morning?", she thought. She walked over to the bathroom mirror and stared at her half-asleep face for a moment, and was surprised at how messed up her hair was from sleeping. After getting it back in shape and brushing her teeth, she got dressed and walked downstairs for her morning coffee.
Diane was sitting at the Chronivac console, curiously looking at all the buttons and displays and turned her head when she heard Jen coming down by the creaking of Jen's feet on the stairs. She enthusiastically exclaimed:"Mommy, mommy, look at what I can do!" Jen then saw Diane configuring the Chronivac. "Diane, no!", Jen exclaimed. But it was too late: Diane's little hand pressed the OK button and Jen was set as the target.