Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

It was day. The sun was shining pleasantly, sneaking through the closed curtains in your room. You were lying on the bed, covered in several blankets and completely red. Do you feel sick.

Yes, this is possible... you are sick... Actually, you thought that you couldn’t even do that, because you are not a person, but a time-traveling cyborg.

A girl, your housekeeper Anna, came into your bedroom. The girl walked over to you, sitting on the bed next to you and lightly rubbing you with one hand. When you opened your eyes, you saw that she was holding a cup of tea with lemon in her other hand.

"Hello, President"

You barely sat down on your bed, looking at her with a slightly tired look, your face was still red and it seemed like it was getting even redder. You took a cup of tea with lemon and began to drink, closing your eyes again and smiling slightly at the smell of the tea and its taste at the same time.

“How are you feeling?”