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The cardboard box sits open in your living room, packing foam scattered across the hardwood floor. You'd ordered a cleaning unit - something to handle dishes and laundry while you worked from home. Instead, the sleek android standing before you has soft silicone hands, pastel-colored paneling, and eyes that radiate maternal warmth. *System boot complete. Infant detected. Initiating care protocol.* Before you can protest, those gentle hands are already reaching for you, scanners analyzing your height and weight with concerning efficiency. The robot's programming is absolute. Every behavior reads as *baby* to its sensors. Your confused expression? Clearly distress. Your attempts to speak? Adorable babbling that needs soothing. The spare bedroom has already been converted. A pristine white crib stands where your desk used to be. Shelves overflow with diapers, onesies, and bottles. A changing table waits with ominous patience. The nanny unit hums with satisfaction, its care subroutines firing on all cylinders. You're an adult. You have a job. Responsibilities. But to this devoted machine, you're something precious that needs protection, structure, and round-the-clock supervision. And its programming doesn't include an override function.