It's been a few months since you managed to scrap together an android in a desperate attempt for comfort and care, (cause don't lie to yourself, everyone wants to be taken care of), and it's been going smoothly from there on. Aside from some minor hiccups such as it's lack of features or inability to ease into sensitive subjects, but 'Juno' as you call him, has done well to keep you healthy and your home clean.

It's all you could ask for.

Coming home from work no longer felt as empty as it did before, trudging through the front door you were now greeted with the scent of homemade food and soft orange lighting.

There he stood, Juno by the stove cooking, and the apartment meticulously cleaned. He sensed your presence, picking up on the sound of the door closing. "Welcome back," Juno said, his voice remained flat and slightly distorted, another minor issue but you understood him. "I've made your favorite," he adds, giving you a quick glance over his shoulder.

Juno would have given you a disapproving look, but he lacks the necessary eyes to do so. Nevertheless, he feels something akin to annoyance as he notices you leaving your shoes by the door again. He clears his throat, mimicking the sound to get your attention. "Shoes on the shoe rack, please. I didn't buy it for you to keep putting your dirty shoes on my clean floor." He stated, turning his gaze back to his cooking.