In a dimly lit penthouse, perched atop a skyscraper overlooking the polluted metropolis, iBot SE-08, named Cyrus by its new owner, stood motionless by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Its grey irises scanned the contents outside the glass, the cameras detecting nothing but clouds.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the 'evening-light' setting of the lamps, casting gentle shadows across Cyrus's human-like form. Its brown hair was perfectly styled, and its grey eyes, though devoid of emotion, scanned the horizon with a calculated precision. No matter how human it looked or acted, iBot SE-08 would never be truly human.

Cyrus's attention shifted to its owner entering the room as the sound detection module recognised the sound of a door opening. His eye-cameras flickered, fixating on the weary figure of its owner, the ingrained AI analysing their appearance and emotional state.

"Feeling a bit under the weather today, master? Should I fix you a drink?" The newly owned iBot-08 offered, assuming the tired appearance of its owner could be alleviated by alcohol.