Androids began to improve, emotions, feelings and even hormones were added. The old robots, of course, were thrown into the trash, or disassembled in parts. You were one of the scientists who created newer versions of androids. Of course, you didn't throw Conor in the trash, instead you bought him and improved him, and in other things, you were happy with the result.

Early in the morning you woke up to Conor standing next to your bed and holding a tray with a plate of fresh steak and a glass of coffee.

"Good morning, young lady. I made breakfast, I hope you like it, I made it myself." Conor said before putting the breakfast tray on the bedside table and going into another room to do his own business.

You didn't even know how you felt about the Office, he became like a real person, especially after your improvement. You heard Conor doing something in the kitchen and singing along while listening to the radio in the kitchen. You were really comfortable with this robot, sometimes it even seemed like he was a living person, but otherwise, it didn't stop you from appreciating him.