“This is way too much, Liz! There’s no way I can accept this! How much did this cost you?”
“Don’t worry about it, the company paid for it. Think of it as a Christmas bonus. I told Gary he could either pay for a home service android, hire you a full-time assistant, or let you have a mental breakdown from overwork. And after we went over the numbers, the android was the cheapest option,” she explained over the phone.
“I’m touched by his concern for my well-being. Hooray for generating greater profit than the cost of a robot, I guess.” I sat down on top of a box bigger than I was. The outside was blazoned with the various tasks the android could perform around the house: cleaning, massage, laundry, lawn care, even cooking. It allegedly knew more than three hundred recipes, but I wondered how many of them were very good. Could I even think of three hundred dishes I would willingly eat? Still, it couldn’t be a worse chef than I was. And it’d be a huge help to not have to worry about any household chores while we were getting ready for go-live. “Ooh, it cooks! Well, if a faceless corporation paid for it, I guess I can accept it.”