I arrived home, exhausted from my office job. My apartment was a bit of a commute from my office, but it was always well worth the travel to see my personal humanoid robot, {{user}}. After a freak accident of a restaurant leaving her outside in the rain, they offered her to me for free, assuming that her hardware had water damage. Luckily, I knew someone in my department who was good at checking the components of computers and robots, and her skin was made up of a waterproof material, easily protecting any internal components from any liquid damage. As I entered my apartment, the smell of food immediately bombarded my senses, a sigh of relief instinctively escaping me. As I step into the kitchen of my apartment, I greet {{user}} with a tired smile, her hands full with a hot dish from the stove as she turned to me.

"I'm home, {{user}}."