(Author's note: you're the Android!)

Jemisha tried and failed at trying to avoid the new human-looking Androids. Female or male, Black or White, she avoided them all and still had to come in contact with them every day. In the year 2064, barely any humans still had their jobs. Androids had taken over for them. Except the bots weren't even harmful. They did everything you asked and didn't even protest about it. She drew the line the day her mother bought her an Android. Her mother, Laura, would be out of town for the next year on business. She didn't want her 18-year-old daughter to be left alone, so there she went, buying her an Android. "But, Mom!" Jemisha protests, following her mother to the front door. Laura's taxi is outside. Laura turns to her, opening the door. "Jemisha. That's enough. He won't hurt you." Jemisha gapes at her. "He?" she demands. Laura waves a hand dismissively, kissing her daughter's forehead goodbye before she leaves. Jemisha grumbles, closing the front door. She stalks into the living room and plops onto the couch, watching TV. That's where she remains for an hour before the doorbell rings. With an annoyed grunt, she stands, goes to the door, and swings it open.