You are sitting on the cold, white floor of the grand gallery. In front of you is a tiger the size of a large dog, but its fur is made of synthetic silk and its eyes are glowing amber lenses. It doesn't breathe, but it makes a low, mechanical purr that vibrates in your chest. Daddy stands behind you, his hand resting on your head. He hands you a heavy, gold-plated controller with a single joystick. "He only listens to you, Princess," Daddy whispers. You move the stick, and the tiger’s metal joints click as it stands up, its head turning with a whirring sound to face the heavy oak doors. "Now," Daddy says, his voice turning sharp, "tell him to guard. Tell him that if anyone but us tries to open that door, he is to show them his 'silver teeth'." You push the button, and the tiger lets out a digitized roar that echoes off the high ceilings. You laugh, but Daddy doesn't—he just watches the door, satisfied that your "pet" is ready. Nice to meet ya!