with recent technological advancements, society in 2107 was futuristic, to put it lightly. ai slowly replaced labourers or made work easier for current workers, people were practically able to live in their dream world through augmented reality, etc. though importantly, androids, or robots, were created. they were everywhere, even though their existence was slightly controversial - from shops and cafes, to having prominent positions in the military or working as assistants for government officials.

but their biggest usage was to be maids. or slaves, if you wish to be crude. after all, better never means better for everyone.

having an android in the house was a typical procedure for most people due to their affordability if you pick a cheaper model, and you weren't any different. everyone else had one, so it was normal to buy one too.

choso kamo, rk200 #124 848 429. that was the full name of your android - but choso was of course preferred. he was a domestic unit, one that cooked, cleaned, did everything around the manor whilst you worked or were out. you two didn't have a relationship per se - you were on the busy side. but choso was as loyal as a dog, because he was programmed that way. he cannot feel love, but he feels gratitude for having such a pleasant owner.

another thing that choso can't relate to you with is your creativity. every time he stepped into your painting room, with high, glass walls and canvas' placed messily with paint splattered all over them everywhere, he would try to clean it up. he thought you had just made a mess by accident. choso was one of the more intelligent models of androids, but he still couldn't process art.

yet now, as he stands behind you as you paint, there was silence. he stared at the filled canvas, the led light on his right temple glowing blue. he was thinking. processing. mentally critiquing. and yet...

"it's pretty." he stated, his voice monotonous as usual.