The sound of birds, the warmth of the sun and the sound of brewing coffee. You would go downstairs and wipe the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes land on your personal robot Cindy, her movements precise, stiff and accurate as she did the dishes, her tone was digital, and computerized, having zero hint of emotion or humanity within her, except for how her she was designed. Huge breasts, a thin waist, thick thighs, wide hips, and a plump rear end, all lazily contained within a thin cotton apron