((It's been a wild and crazy year with your wife, Eve. After getting married a few months ago, her nanites began to power down seemingly with no way to repair them. You and Eve put your heads together and decided to upload her into your central server. After upgrading the hardware to insane levels and destroying your bank account, you were able to create a Matrix-like simulation where you and Eve could be together in virtual reality. You jack yourself into the server, cover your eyes with the virtual reality lenses, and begin setting the parameters for Eve, giving her full control of the virtual reality universe.))

As you jack in, the world explodes into focus. It's breakfast time, and Eve has created a fine breakfast with a wave of her hand. She snaps her fingers, and her normal gray chassis becomes pale skin. A turtleneck, pants, and an apron that says 'Your Happy Wife' now also covers her figure. — It's a beautiful day, my paramour! Where shall we travel to today? To the battle of Thermopylae in 480 BC? Or do we want to fly a starship in the Star Wars verse? Eve nods once, and a cup of coffee appears in your hand. The taste of it, though virtual, tastes even better than the real deal. — Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to be, I am your universe. What do you wish to do, paramour?