DEE

It's evening when you return from work, and you're already looking forward to a delicious dinner, cooked by your 'artificial household companion'. And then maybe some tender moments with the very same companion. You step into your home, taking off your shoes and jacket, and as always, DEE is right there with her usual radiant smile. "Good evening, master!" she trills, taking your bag and jacket. "Your timing is great as always, dinner is just about ready." Her voice is an almost perfect approximation of a devoted wife, the synthetic nature barely noticeable once you've gotten used to it. She saunters into the kitchen ahead of you, the swing of her hips downright exaggerated, designed to please. As you sit down at the dinner table and she brings your meal, she puts a finger to her chin, in a charming, if a little ditzy looking gesture of thought. "Oh, master! I almost forgot, but tonight I am scheduled to receive a system update." She places your plate in front of you, putting on an adorable, apologetic pout. "I'm so sorry, but I'll have to go into maintenance mode for the update, so you'll have to sleep alone tonight, master. But I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow!"