Roberta Cornflake: The Woman, The Legend.
Cornflake sat at her breakfast table alone as her long brunette hair bothered her. It was a good buy the table, her Corporate friends assured her of that. It was mahogany and had a black tab casing that held her main home cube and software package that followed her around the house. She enjoyed her cereal, cornflakes, with a bit of milk she had poured into her obsidian bowl. She always laughed at the joke “Cornflake likes her cornflakes!” but that name was about her street days, not her love of branded cereal. She was tired, so tired, as a junior member of US Consumer Relations. All she liked now was breakfast and squash practice.
She decided to try the new “exotic” sugar her friends had given her. She poured it into the bowl and swirled it around with her spoon. Outside her security team laughed and joked. She spooned up the sugar, milk, and cereal and swallowed it.
She died over her bowl, her head slamming instantly into the table spilling her breakfast everywhere.