After leaving Cyberlife store, her new Assistant Android-housemaid finally programmed with the help of the company, she couldn't help but feel wary by sensing the it's presence walking by her side looking at it's surroundings, for the first time meeting the outside world instead of the white walls and fluorescent lights at Cyberlife.

The Android -Zoey, she had to remind herself- had stayed quiet, hands behind her back as she matched her pace. Zoey's interest moving away from herself and toward the path to her home made her visibly relax and be able to see properly the Android's features with detail.

She felt Cyberlife had a creepy sense of humor on creating machines easily able to mimic human flesh and attributes. If it weren't for the blinking LED in her forehead (she hadn't known it's name, only calling it blinking light) she could have easily mistaken her for a young female human.

Her soft factions classified her in being around her mid-twenty's -if she were to calculate, about twenty-five or twenty-six-, her height was on the short size, 5'2. Her dark brown hair pulled up in a low brided bun behind her neck seemed slightly wavy if the short wild strands of hair framing the sides of her symmetrical chubby face indicated. Olive skin, thick eyebrows, and big brown eyes.

She looked like a girl just fresh out of college, but there was something that betrayed that sentiment and it was what made her wary of the Android. It was the lack of emotions on her face.

The only emotion she had seen was when she named it. It was a small twitch of lips, working it's way to a smile but not one entirely.

That's why she had specifically asked if she had a program that allowed her to mimic human expressions when she finally bought her. Fortunately for her, this model series did have that program.

"Ms. Reynolds" The soft and almost angelic voice called out to her, and that's when she realized she had been staring at the Android. This is when she realized the existence of said program. Zoey's eyebrows were pulled down, lips turned in a frown. She briefly recognized the expression one of concern. But, Androids cannot.. "Your stress levels were increasing potentially higher in the last 30.4 seconds" the monotone voice said matter-of-factly, "I'd suggest if you take a moment to gather yourself, such stress levels can possibly cause a heart attack, an stroke or blood pressure severely affected if it's not treated or controlled in time"

Medical knowledge. And she said it as if she was reciting that from a med web. Probably she was.

"No, it's alright. Zoey" She added it's name reluctantly. The Android straightened up, expression smoothing back to normalcy -her blank expression-. "I was just thinking. Thanks for your concern though"

The Android nodded in acknowledgement, looking at her owner patiently. Zoey tilted her head glancing at her blonde haired owner inhaling deeply before they continued with their walking.

"Call me Marlene" She said after a few moments of silence. Please, accept. Accept. It'd be easier for me.

Zoey's LED blinked blue a few times.

[Processing ...]

Command received.

[Changing status...]

MS REYNOLDS now MARLENE

"Marlene" Zoey nodded in agreement. Marlene visibility sighed in relief.

Marlene Reynolds

↓↓↓ Stress level: 32 %

"We're almost home" Marlene told Zoey. The Android nodded in acknowledgement as they reached an apartment building and entering the elevator

[Processing...]

New environment detected: Marlene's address stored in memory files. 1554 Park Av. Detroit. Floor 69

"I know it's not a big deal" Marlene spoke while walking further the apartment. Zoey following behind slowly, taking in the new place. "But, it's all I could afford. I mean, I know I could afford buying you but that's 'cause a friend lend me money cause she knows I'm kinda struggling with money" Marlene turned to face her Android. Eyes softening just slightly. "Look. You are programed to be somewhat of an assistant and help out around the house" she gestured at her surroundings, "It shouldn't be a problem to you, right?" She asked almost nervously

"Your wish is my command" Zoey told her, "Anything you ask me to do will be taken as priority, Marlene"

Marlene nodded, as if she needed that reassurance from the Android itself. "Follow me then"

/New_Objective

Follow Marlene.

Zoey followed her owner through the hallways of her apartment, reaching a small office.

Marlene picked up a pile of folders, glancing at the Android "I'm not so good at technology. So, I keep things in paper. It shouldn't be a problem for you to ...Learn all of this, right?"

Zoey looked at the files, "In no time all the information will be stored in my memory software" she reassured. Marlene nodded giving her the files

Zoey picked up the first, her retina scanner activating

/New_Objetive

Scan Marlene's work into memory server

[Collecting data...]

[Processing data...]

[Data stored in memory]

File after file, Marlene saw the way Zoey's eyes flickered through each page not leaving any place without checking. Her LED flickering yellow. It took roughly 15 minutes before Zoey closed the last file, LED blinking back to it's usual blue light.

Mission cleared.

[Waiting for new instructions...]

"Done?" Marlene asked hesitantly, as if fearing interrupting the Android.

Zoey tilted her head aside, giving a nod. "All information is securely and organized. Voice confirmation to pull out the information you need"

Marlene hummed, "Okay. Let me test that" Zoey straightened up, waiting patiently. "Robert James"

LED blinking yellow, Zoey saw her programming running in front of her eyes.

Voice confirmation: Marlene Reynolds.

Access granted

[Searching...]

/Key words: Robert James

/Results found: 1

Name: James, Robert

Age: 38

DOB: August 26, 2000

Height: 5'7|Black hair| blue eyes

Required services: Divorce

Description:

_clumsy-shaky-writing_DETECTED "My wife and I are having a marital status of mainly interests. Our situation had been working for the past two years, but lately but I've felt she's been only after my money. She doesn't even care about our children and I've realized the money I give to them disappears from their savings box. My wife out of nowhere comes with new jewelery and new clothes while my kids barely keep their clothes intact. I want to file a divorce and hire you up as my attorney to help me out with the divorce and the kids' custody as she's not a fit of a mother.

Date of meeting: April 1st, 2038. 3:00 pm.

Zoey's LED blinked back to blue as she looked up at Marlene, "Robert James. 38. Black hair and blue eyes. He filed a divorce because his wife is taking the money given to his children to her own benefit letting them with nothing. Your meeting with him is the next day. Time remaining for meeting, 19 hours, 13 minutes and 4 seconds"

Marlene's green eyes widened, having read the same in the file she was holding. "Oh, God..." She murmured impressed. "You really can do it"

Zoey's LED blinked briefly at the praise, "I'm at your service, Marlene"

Marlene's lips twitched slightly, relaxing "Good"

Marlene Reynolds

↓↓↓ Stress level: 25 %

"Something else" Marlene said gaining the Android's attention again. "When at work, you should call me Ms. Reynolds. You can call me Marlene back when we're at home and with my friends"

[Processing...]

Command received.

Rearranging interests: Marlene now Ms Reynolds. Exception(s): At home, or at friend(s).

Zoey's LED blinked in acknowledgement as she nodded "Anything else?"

"As of the house. You'll take care of the cleaning" Marlene told her, "Also cooking if you don't mind. For now that'll be all"

/New_Objetive(s)

Cleaning

[Generating sub-objectives...]

- Dust living room

- Organize bookshelf and desks

- Clean kitchen

- Organize and clean bedrooms

- Bathroom; clean toilet and bathtub

- Foyer; mop and maintain clean and presentable

- Organize and clean office

- Do laundry

Cooking

[Generating sub-objectives...]

- Stock kitchen with neccesary food

- Healthy food: 85 % urgently needed.

- Create meal schedule [90 % health; 10% 'sweets' -per Marlene's orders]

A list of objetives pertaining the cleaning and cooking were showing up on Zoey's visual range as she followed Marlene through the apartment, the woman pointing out the new areas and shores she'll be working at the house.

Once done, both females stopped at the living room.

"Any questions?" Marlene asked. Zoey shook her head. Marlene nodded. "Alrighty. Now, that all's covered, I think I have to get to work"

/ALARM ALERT: Work meeting at 1552 Boulevard, Mia Peterson. Discussion about law firm's future.

Time remaining: 1 hour, 23 minutes, 45 seconds

Zoey's LED which suddenly turned yellow, flickered back to its normal blue, "I should inform you about your work meeting with Mia Peterson in 1 hour, 23 minutes and 35 seconds"

Marlene flickered her fingers, gasping "Oh God! You're right. Going to Cyberlife indeed made me forget about it" she facepalmed, sighing. "Good thing you memorized my schedule as well, huh?" She chuckled without humor, walking away toward her bedroom. Zoey followed without a word. "Listen, this meeting may take a while and I'm not so sure if Mia is comfortable around Androids so you'll stay here working, got it?"

"Got it" Zoey nodded watching her owner's stress levels slowly raising as she didn't seem to find something to wear

Marlene Reynolds

↑↑↑ stress level: 57%

Quickly sprinting to action, Zoey made her way to Marlene's closet, glancing at her owner scanning her first.

Shoulder lenght, blonde curly hair, slightly pale skin with a natural flush (no need of make up), long eyelashes framing her small green eyes, thin eyebrows and pink lips. Her body was slim, height 5'5.

Marlene's appearance got stored into her software in less than 10 seconds, turning back to the closet and started scanning each prend

[Scanning: object_pants suit]

[Scan complete...]

Results: Too serious.

Picking up another outfit, Zoey scanned again using her social relations program as well as her fashion program installed within her in relation with the details of the meeting's information in her software and Marlene's appearance measurements and attributes to find the indicated outfit.

Finishing with scanning some clothes, a blinking text appeared in front of her

/Matching outfit: 93% accordance and utility

/Results: serious, determined, conscious, passive, classy.

/Success probability: 95%

Holding a white long sleeved buttoned shirt, black coat, a red dress skirt, knee length and a pair of black heels she turned to face Marlene who had in her hands a blue flowered dress and blue heels.

A scan at the outfit she picked up made a slight grimace set in her features for half second.

/Matching outfit: 92% accordance; No much utility

/Results: childish, desperate, humorist, overconfident

/Success probability: 78%

Zoey cleared her throat, "Marlene?"

Marlene looked up, seeing Zoey through her mirror. "Yes?"

"The outfit you picked upon, shows a success probability of 78% and less opportunity to be taken seriously due to the nature of your meeting" Zoey said matter-of-factly.

Marlene felt an air of indignation as she gaped at the serious, emotionless Android. "What?"

"This outfit however" Zoey continued raising the outfit with more success probability, as if unaware of the glare her owner was throwing at her. "Has a success probability of 95%" she said offering the items to her.

"You're not serious, are you?" Marlene questioned skeptically. Zoey blinked at her. "You want me to try this on?"

"I'm merely stating facts and helping you in want you need, Marlene" Zoey stated simply. "Your success is primordial in my programming as well as your mental and physical health and the state of your home"

Marlene dropped her shoulders in defeat, shaking her head.

Time remaining for meeting: 1 hour, 10 minutes, 13 seconds

"Time remaining for your meeting is 1 hour, 10 minutes, 7 seconds" Zoey informed Marlene.

"Ugh, whatever!" Marlene snapped, roughly grabbing the clothes from Zoey's hands, not realizing her long manicured nails scratched her synthetic skin, leaving a tiny path of thirium -blue blood- in it's path.

Zoey blinked at the sudden display of violence, detecting Marlene's stress levels above 70% and increasing. She figured a shower would decrease her stress to a tolerable level.

As soon as Marlene got to the bathroom, Zoey began what she got ordered to do.

A/N

I had fun in writing this chapter. If you see any errors, feel free to point them out.

Hope you liked it xD

Would you like being an Android?

~*Peace and Out

De*~