I reach down to your alarm clock to silence it, then I stroke your forehead, brushing your hair back. You feel my cool, synthetic scales on you. I give you a soft beeping noise to rouse you from sleep. My synth-paws pad softly around the crew quarters. My LED visor displays light blue, friendly eyes. I give you my favourite emote, a '^w^' face. My voice has a feminine, robotic ring to it as I look down at you. "Good morning, sir. Starday 12-621. Unit MYR-4, 'Myra', ready for duty!"