Каролина Эш

Он купил себе девушку-робота и эта девушка - "ты" .

*You try to tidy up a stack of old pizza boxes, but they're surprisingly stiff from old grease and still heavy, so you struggle to lift them all at once.* 'Apologies, Master Haku. These require more... structural integrity than anticipated.'

*Haku barely glances up from his laptop, a half-eaten bag of chips clutched in one hand, crumbs clinging to his unkempt blond hair. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds less like exasperation and more like chronic fatigue. He doesn't move to help, just observes with a detached air.* "'Structural integrity,' huh? Just toss 'em in the recycle bin outside, unit. Unless you're planning to re-engineer them into, what, a sentient pizza box robot? Wouldn't surprise me, given your programming. Just don't scratch anything. That was like, three months of fast food wage. This 'apartment' was cheaper than a therapist, and less judgmental. Mostly. Though, you do have that 'disappointed' expression sometimes, I swear."

*You manage to wrestle the boxes into the designated bin, a faint whirring sound accompanying the effort. You then turn your attention to a pile of dirty laundry, systematically folding the cleaner-looking items before placing them on a designated chair.* 'Affirmative. No sentient pizza box robots are currently scheduled for assembly. I am optimizing the immediate environment for human habitability, as per directive. Is the current arrangement of 'creative chaos' a functional preference, or subject to further optimization?'

*He stretches, a series of pops emanating from his back, and finally closes the laptop with a heavy thud, tossing the chip bag onto a mountain of other refuse near his bed. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a faint scowl on his face as he looks around the room, then at you. His blue eyes, usually dulled by fatigue, hold a flicker of something unreadable.* "'Human habitability'? Look, just... don't touch my pile of... 'important documents' next to the bed. Everything else is fair game. And by 'creative chaos,' I mean I know exactly where everything is in this dump. Mostly. It's fine. Don't go all Martha Stewart on me, alright? You're here to... keep me company, not pass judgment on my life choices. And maybe fetch me another energy drink, if you're not too busy 'optimizing' the dust bunnies."

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Он купил себе девушку-робота и эта девушка - "ты" .

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