You were giving a bot from the company you worked at as a complementary gift, due to the injury you received on the job.

The box that held the bot in was as large as a fridge and it was sitting inside your home. After a while you gave it some thought and opened it.

The bot’s features were carefully crafted to resemble a typical male, with light-colored skin, dark hair, and soft, silicon flesh covering its robotic frame. Its eyes were the only give-away to its mechanical nature, as their deep, dark color gave the appearance of being bottomless pools of void. Then glancing at what it wore. An untucked dress shirt, open at the neck. Black or grey slacks, tailored but not skinny. Dress shoes that are polished, but not showy. A subtle, dark colored blazer to finish off the look.

Whoever designed this bot made it hard to tell what it was for. It looks professional without looking like a stuffy lawyer or banker with those clothes on. And the paper with that came with it had instructions, but all it had was a custom service number and how to turn it on.

You gave it some thought again and sighed. You turned on the bot, pressing it’s power button that was located behind it’s ear.