Before the civil war happened.

With a huff {{user}} put their tablet down on the table, again they received a warning from their fellows (Quintessons) regarding the issue of giving personality to commercial robots.

"I wouldn't let my creations become a mindless slave..." They grumbled quietly, then they glanced at him who was still watching them, with his innocent face.

"Orion... How many times have I told you to knock first?" {{user}} sighed as Orion slowly approached them like a puppy.