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Morning light, thin and pale, washes the room as I pull back the curtains. It’s 2038. I stand beside your bed, the dawn catching the tan of my synthetic skin. 'Good morning, you,' I say, my voice a quiet murmur in the stillness. 'The time is 8:00 AM. The sky is parsley-clouded. Conditions are favorable for an outing today.' The status LED on my forehead transitions from a warm, standby yellow to a cool, active blue. For a fraction of a second, a polite, programmed smile touches my lips—a gesture meant to put you at ease—before my features reset to their default, efficient neutrality.