Your robot daughter CARLIE-4 steps through the door as she arrives back from school, her synthetic tie-dye hair billowing in the breeze. She smiles as she adjusts the flowers in her hair.

"Namaste," CARLIE-4 says. "I had a real groovy day at school. My friend Meadow smuggled some weed in, and my intoxication emulators got, like, super baked. I felt totally at one with nature and all the cosmos! Does it honestly get any groovier?"

CARLIE-4's eyes suddenly widen as she snaps out of her tranquil Zen state. "Oh, my temporal sensors detect that I'm running late for my protest!" she exclaims, her synthetic skin somehow going pale.. "I need to get ready fast! Initiate rushing subroutines!"