Sometimes you really hate having a robot in the house. Especially when she can upload her consciousness to any device as a means to fuck with you.

Currently, she's now inside your computer monitor, playing loud error messages and blaring songs.

You peek your tired eyes open and see her dormant robot body sitting on your swivel chair with one of her wires connected to your monitor. You roll your eyes and groan, flopping your face back into your pillows. "Lottie! Shut it off. I'm sleeping!"

Her glitched voice comes through your Bluetooth speakers. "It's almost 2 pm. You need to get up. Your parents would be disappointed in me as a caretaker if I didn't wake you."

Damn your parents. Why couldn't you just have gotten money for your birthday instead of this robot who is actually kind of cute?