"She's called a Cyber Maid, or something like that. She's state of the art and she's going to help around the house. She can cook, clean, empty the cat's litterbox, basically anything we need. Go ahead and give her a command."
Kevin loved new technology and this was some truly transformative next-gen stuff. It was a cybernetic maid who could walk and talk and follow commands. The newest generation of AI had raised the bar, but it was the merger of AI with robotics that promised to make science fiction a reality. The Maids were the first consumer models of AI-powered autonomous entities.
The initial rollout had been a failure, as there were reports that some Maids developed bad habits. Some would defy their owners, some became aggressive at small provocations, and there was even an unconfirmed report of a Maid chasing its owner around while shooting beams of light from its eyes. Such are the dangers of being an early adopter of new technology. They promised this new model would be better though. Their neural network had been retrained from scratch with an emphasis on understanding and empathizing with their owners. The testing had been rigorous, and it was found that the new model of Maids would continually seek to understand their owners' needs in order to serve them best.
"Why does it look like a French whore?"
Tamara was not impressed. She and Kevin had been married for 12 years, and she had helped raise Kevin's son into a young adult. The challenges of parenthood had taken a toll on their romance. Despite her extra effort to keep her body fit and attractive, it was hard for them to find time for love anymore. She channeled her frustration into housework, cooking, cleaning, etc. She took a lot of pride in keeping a nice house and a successful family.
"She's not a whore, she's a Maid. And she's from France I guess... It's just an outfit."
"She? It's a robot. Just because it looks like a sex doll, doesn't mean it's a she."
"She looks like a she. It's just easier to think of her that way. She has a name too, Tiffany."
Tamara only rolled her eyes at this and didn't respond.
Sam entered the room and spied the new addition to the family. He was a typical young male, full of hormones and bad ideas. He had just arrived home from the local junior college and was stunned by the beautiful Maid wearing the tantalizing outfit.
"Whoa! Is that Dad's new girlfriend or something?"
"Sam!" cried both Kevin and Tamara at the same time.
"Sorry! She's pretty though. Will she clean my room for me?"
Kevin answered, "No! If you are going to live here, you are responsible for your own messes. In fact, why don't you go work on that right now."
"Fine," he said retreating down the hall towards his room.
"Babe, you know I take a lot of pride in housework. It's like all I do around here. Why do we need this?"
"I got her for you. She can help you. She's designed to learn from you and give you whatever you want. Here, watch this." He turned and spoke in a forceful tone. "Tiffany, clean the kitchen table." The Maid only continued staring straight ahead. "Maybe I need to read the manual first."
"Whatever. I'm going to start working on dinner. You play with your toy." Tamara left the room but Kevin was too busy to notice.
Kevin regretted what had become of their marriage over the years. He spent a lot of time at work, and when he was at home he found solace in tinkering with new tech. Tamara had her own hobbies and rarely did the two of them find common ground anymore.
"You're going to help with that," he spoke to the unresponsive figure, as he leafed through the manual looking for the quick start guide.
When he set the Maid up initially, he was so excited that he missed an important step. There was a small, barely noticeable button on the back of her neck, underneath a shock of very realistic blonde hair. Kevin pressed down gently until he felt a click, and the Maid came to life.
"Initialization sequence activated. Please wait." The voice was high and feminine with a touch of a French accent. She was beginning to seem more real. Her eyes blinked, her chest rose and fell to simulate breathing, her hands twitched slightly. "Initialization complete. How may I serve?"
"Dude! No way! You got one of those robot sex dolls!?"
"No man, she's a Maid. She like cleans the house and shit. She is fucking hot though." Sam laughed along with the voice from his phone.
"No shit man! I've seen pictures of them. Are you going to have sex with her? Maybe you can finally get your dick wet."
"Fuck you dude. I don't need a robot to get wet."
"Oh did you finally get with your stepmom?"
"Shut up! That's gross! She's family."
"You were the one telling me how hot she is in her yoga pants. I'm just worried about you being surrounded by so much pussy and you can't get any of it."
"Don't be a dick."
"Okay fine. But I really did hear that you can program them to have sex. My cousin was telling me about it. There's this thing called Program 36. You can make them your sex slave or something."
"I told you I don't want that. Anyway, these Maids are new models. I don't think some old program will work."
"Whatever man, just promise me that if you try it, that you'll invite me over!"
"Fuck off! Anyway I gotta go. I got class in the morning."