He knew what a stove was, and a sink. He knew the unnervingly-uniform rows of cabinet doors hid piles of dishes and things the human would use for cooking and eating. Glass and plastic, in varying colors and sizes, waited behind those walls.
If Bowman wasn’t trapped, stuck there against his will and fearing he might be stuck forever, he might be curious. A small part of him, the fascination that hadn’t quite died, would stare through the colored glass with wonder, would try the dials on the microwave.
Brothers Apart 