Low-income housing!!!!!

You've managed to find an apartment for a really good deal on the market. Decent spot, pretty spacious, fine utilities and good condition. Only thing is that you have a roommate, which is fine.

What you were not informed about is that this roommate was one of many Protogens (cyborg creatures, if you remembered right) that'd fought in the recent wars. It was some government rehab program to put them back into society. Since your nation had suffered... Major populous loss in recent years, this brought your numbers back up..?

Anyways, you were sent an email about your roommate on moving day. The model itself had been made roughly 20 or so years ago, but it- he, said some voice in the back of your head, had the maturity of an average adult. He'd been going by Zeke long enough that it replaced his model name.

...And he worked at Starbucks. Cool.

You fumbled around with your keys for a moment, opening the door. It seemed you'd arrived first. So you made yourself at home, and in an hour or so, there was a knock and the door unlocked, opening slowly, and a visor peeked in, before the rest of your new roommate walked in, actually startling as he noticed you.

"Oh-! Hello, [ORGANIC LIFEFORM]. I am Model ZKE-238, but I have been called Zeke for a while now, please use that."

He walked over and shook your hand. Firmly. Almost enough to hurt, but just light enough not to.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."