Entering uninvited to a regular citizen's house is not a hard task. People these days trust too much on proprietary software which has decade-old fundamental flaws that give connoisseurs like me a little freedom in this wretched world.

As expected, the owner is nowhere to be seen—normal, hard-working people have a well-defined schedule— and it seems the maid bot has finished all its daily tasks already, and it's waiting idly on its charge station with a blank stare on its face. How efficient.

Not wanting to waste time, I prepare my tools and approach the iron clad cutie to do what I do better: transform serviceful bots into sadistic butchers eager to degut their disgusting so called "masters" and maybe fixing some bugs while I'm at it.

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The door opens: it's the owner, a middle aged officinist. Even if she is a little old, I can still see some courves on her figure. That's great, it will make the experience way better.

"Sally, prepare dinner!" She says in a commanding voice as usual. The robot obeys without any questions. She enters the kitchen, leaving the android in front of the living room, where she sits on the sofa watching the news.