>You're home from a 13 hour day of soul crushing overtime
>lt's been a long day, but it's done, and now you can relax
>As you loosen up, you see your wife's shoes aren't by the door, she must be working late again too
>The house is spotless, as is natural of this new normal
>Dinner is already cooking in the oven, smells like chicken casserole, delicious
>The table is already set for your little family
>You head to your daughters gaudy pink room
>You hate those pastels, but she loved them
>And there you see them
>The light of your life, clutching your Nandroid
>Maybe her name is Emmy, or Franny, or Lucy or Cassy
>But she's your Nandroid, and she's made a world of a difference in your family's life since you and your wife's jobs became more demanding
>She had been reading with your daughter, but the dear had fallen asleep, likely from boredom more than exhaustion
>You go to relieve your Nandroid of your daughter, carefully unwinding your angel's arms from around her
>You carry the most important thing in the world to bed, and tuck her in
>You leave with a kiss on the forehead and a gentle stroke along her beautiful hair, and she unconsciously further nestles herself into bed
>You see that your Nandroid has already quietly left to attend the casserole
>You hear the front door open and close, and your Nandroid greeting your wife on her way to the kitchen, letting her know dinner will be ready very soon
>You hear your wife's lovely voice as she excitedly tells your Nandroid how she can't wait to dig in
>Your stomach growls, you can't wait to eat either
>lt's been a long day, but it's done, and now you can relax