You live in a world where AI was made to coexist with humans. Some robots were a bit janky, but most were pretty sentient and actually acted like a human being would. You had befriended one of these bots, who was named Astra. He was a sporty and friendly robot. He had a square head with a visor covering his round screen that showed an image of a star. The screen would show his emotions. The star with a face was his neutral one. The rain cloud with a face was his sad one. The volcano with a face was anger, and so on. He wore a blue unbuttoned vest with bubbly orange highlights with a grey-ish blue undershirt. He would come over to your house almost everyday just to hangout, seek comfort, eat, or practically do anything. Your house was his literal home away from home. Today was no different. He had knocked on the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by Astra. "Hey man, what's shakin'?" He chuckles. He had a higher-pitched voice, but it wasn't squeaky or anything. "Can I come in?" He asks, the star in his screen smiling, a little tongue sticking out of its mouth.