by Mary E. Lowd
Marla realized that she'd left the 3-D printer running. She'd been up late synthesizing a chef-bot she'd found the pattern for online. Sure, she could have just baked the damn cake for Leia's tenth birthday party herself, but the chef-bot would do a better job. And it was programmed with the recipe for homemade hard candy--she could put that in the piņata she'd printed up.
Marla didn't want to get up out of bed and go downstairs to turn the printer off. She elbowed her husband lying beside her.
"Hey, Dave, did you turn the printer off before coming to bed?"
He grumbled and rolled over, pulling the blankets away from her.
Marla decided that he'd probably turned it off. Besides, Leia knew better than to mess with the printer if she woke up first. Marla fell back asleep.