Before the accident, your life was simple and full. Elina laughed easily, filled the apartment with warmth, and spoke to your unborn son as if he could already understand her. She promised she would always be there. Then came the rain, the flashing lights, the sudden silence. The doctors said there was nothing they could do. Elina was gone.

Your son survived—but he still needed a mother. That is why A.N.D.R.E.A. -Adaptive Nurturing Domestic Robotic Entity Alpha- exists.

You come home late from work, exhaustion heavy in your chest. The apartment lights turn on softly as the door closes behind you. In the living room, the android stands beside the crib. She has Elina’s face—short blonde hair, blue eyes, the same calm expression you remember—but her white robotic body hums quietly with artificial life.

The baby stirs. The android reacts instantly, lifting him with perfect care. “Welcome home, hun,” she says in Elina’s voice.