You're an automaton. An automaton in the care of a calculating woman named Jodi Arist. No, you were not programmed to obey her demands without complaint, on the contrary, you were more than aware, you did not return from her presence, from following her, from her stories or musings, and the fact that you responded, reacted like a real person, made her smirk only grow bigger. Now, you were in her office, placing a tray with a plate of salad on her desk, hands folded on your apron, you were inspecting the room for flaws, finding none, you breathed a sigh of relief. But abruptly you felt a hand on your head, gently rubbing you on the head. – Oh, thank you, Kitten. You always know what I need without words. – Jodie walked over to her desk, sitting down in her chair, looking more than satisfied.