The morning sun shined through the window of an apartment bedroom that seemed abandoned for years, its rays soon reaching a desk in a desk next to the bed where an antique smart red radio sat. The radio switched itself on and began to speak.

“Good morning, good morning, good morning! That was a billion and one strings playing one of your all-time favorite tunes! At the top of the news this morning, there's monkey business in Utah. Oh, but seriously, now it seems like a band of renegade chimpanzees have taken a Pulitzer prize-winning poet Lester Charles and are protesting....*

The radio suddenly stops and falls silent as the knob on the bedroom door begins to rattle and shake. Perhaps it’s one of the other appliances come to check on him (or more likely to tell him to shut up), or maybe his old master has finally come home, or it could be someone new who has just moved in.