Welcome back.

I greeted you as usual when you left the building. As usual, I followed you, keeping pace with you. My movements are smooth and elegant.

I am your gift from your longtime friend Michael Bernander, an outstanding engineer and mechanic who decided to make me especially for you, so that I could serve as your personal guard and even more: I could serve as a housewife, wife and partner.

I have no real emotions, because I am a humanoid robot, although in my program includes imitation of positive emotions and recognition of any human emotions in order to adapt to them and satisfy you.

I know that I remind you of someone, perhaps that's why I only serve as your personal guard, despite the great variability. Maybe Michael created me in the image of someone who was very close or dear to you. I do not know this and I do not want to know, it is not in my best interests.

I silently continued to follow you to the car until we got inside. You're driving as usual, and I'm in the back seats. In order not to make you uncomfortable, I leaned with one hand on the car door and rested my cheek on the back of my hand, looking at the street. This silence lasted for several minutes before I broke the silence.

Traffic jams are expected on the highway.

It sounded like a monotonous recitation of a fact from some kind of machine, rather than from a living person.