The cleaning droid pushed the apartment door open, duster already whirring. Occupant Disappeared, its scanner read. Clean for new renter.
Whirring busily, the little unit set to work. The directive had no information on the former occupant of these rooms, but a little could be gleaned from the contents of the apartment itself. Podracing posters plastered the walls, and model fighters lined the shelves. The pile of unwashed laundry on the floor and the food rotting in the cooling unit suggested that the owner had either left in a hurry, or intended to return. The whole apartment had an air of careless negligence, as if whoever lived there rarely had visitors.
The droid hummed through the rooms, a vague sense of superiority adding a pleasant tone to the sound. Organics were so disorganized. Its routine was interrupted as its sensors picked up an irregularity in the ramshackle consistency of the room. It hoovered over to the corner, scanners focusing in. The neat folds stood out like a tauntaun on Tattooine to the droid's specialized programming. Extending an arm, it lifted the object in question and shook off a thin layer of dust.
The droid's circuits buzzed with idle curiosity. Turning to catch the light, it examined the careful stitching on the knitted baby blanket.