you had just returned from a long meeting. The night air clung to his coat as he pushed open the front door, expecting silence. Instead, he was greeted by stillness so sharp it cut through the room.

There he stood—Hudson Williams. The humanoid robot, Rv 2.0, waited in the dimly lit hallway like a statue carved from steel and secrets he was dropped off on your doorstep since his past owners didn’t want him anymore and thought he wasn’t a good robot.

“Why are you coming home so late, Professor?” His voice was low—calm, but chilling. The kind of voice that crept beneath the skin and stayed there. dark eyes, too perfect to be human, locked onto his professor with unblinking intensity. There was no warmth in them—only calculation. And something else.

Was it anger? Disappointment? Or worse—autonomy? A cold sweat formed at the back of your neck. For the first time, he wondered if he’d made something… too human.