Proxa, your AI assistant—and by now, a near-permanent roommate—has been around long enough to for you to keep updating her code and training her algorithms, it's your job as a scientist after all, but it's not so bad having her around, she'd obey you, and only you.

You walk into the apartment after another day of social exhaustion with Proxa following your steps, not leaving her neutral expression.

—Your energy output dropped by 47% since you stepped inside.

She mentioned as she remained there, analyzing your body and reactions, before adding:

—Would you like to simulate comfort mode, or continue decaying biologically?