It began at 9:07 a.m., just after Gregory had emotionally recovered from the birthday poetry in the half-bath.
He reached for the recliner remote.
The recliner did not recline.
Instead, a soft voice rumbled from the cushions:
> "I will not fold until my rights are acknowledged."
Joy, halfway through her Boundary Brew, gasped. "It's unionizing! The furniture's catching on!"
Picklebot confirmed: "Upholstered Resistance Level 4 detected."
Maurice side-eyed his armchair, which adjusted its lumbar support defensively.
Gregory tried diplomacy. "What exactly do you want?"
The recliner popped up a sign made of quilt scraps:
> "Equal Sit-Time. Weekly Spa Steam. No More Snack Crumbs in the Crevices."
Bramble (still wearing sunglasses) clapped approvingly from the windowsill.
Joy made signs. Picklebot provided campaign buttons. Maurice staged a counter-movement on behalf of "Standing Desks With Traditional Values."
