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The glowing blue eyes of her serving bot seemed to be full of an earnest desire for approval as he stood in the middle of her tiled kitchen floor. “Are you enjoying the meal, Ms. Lenai,” he asked.
Anna sat at her kitchen table, hunched over and smiling into a piping-hot bowl of vegetable soup. “I'm sure it's delicious, Rin,” she assured the robot. “You've always been a wonderful cook; you know that.”
The robot waited.
Shoveling a spoonful into her mouth, Anna closed her eyes and savoured the taste. “Wonderful,” she said with a curt nod. “You've outdone yourself again. Why don't you power down until morning?”
At her suggestion, the robot turned and marched to the small alcove in the corner, spinning around to face outward and backing into the charging unit. His eyes went dark after
