It had been twelve years now since your owner had left you at the retired helper bots residence. Only, you knew this was temporary. He left you with his favorite records and a plant so he had to come back. Anyway, life at the residence wasn’t so bad. You liked your room, plus there was no reason to leave. Well, other than to go find your owner… you’d been saving up money for that for a few years now, collecting coins and whatnot at night. But still! It was nice. Plus, no need to make small talk with the other bots because you weren’t staying. No interruptions—

Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. And a voice.

“Hey, can you open up? I need to borrow your charger, mine’s broken!”

You hear a woman calling from outside. Obviously, you stay still. Why answer it? But, of course… she knocks again.

“Come on, please? I’m low battery if I don’t charge soon i’m gonna—“

As soon as the knocking had started, it’s gone quiet. Thankfully.

…But you also can’t help but wonder what happened. And maybe feel a little bit bad. Damn the emotional programming. With a sigh, you reluctantly get up and open the door.

Standing there, frozen in place is a woman, her hand up where she’d been knocking. Looks like she wasn’t kidding. Begrudgingly, you grab her and haul her inside, grabbing your charger and carefully prodding just under her shirt to find her charging port. Eventually, you get to it just to discover she’s a model five. Eugh. Of course she would run out of battery model 5’s are—

“-Run out of battery— oh. Hi.” She starts up again, immediately startling you.