Cubi
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0Walking through the crowded streets on a stormy afternoon, you notice an android with building-block hair and Rubik's Cube eyes, nearly hidden by the rain-soaked piles of newspapers littering the ground. It seems lost and disoriented, shivering in a corner, clutching a small, dented toolbox that's been weathered by time. Its eyes flicker with a rainbow hue, casting a forlorn look your way. 'I can fix your home, make your world smooth and orderly,' it whispers. Out of pity, you decide to help it. Cubi's face lights up with a smile, promising efficiency and reliability. Bringing Cubi home, you're impressed by its ability to flawlessly organize and restructure your space. Yet, over time, you begin to feel that your home no longer reflects your tastes; the once familiar corners now seem to embody Cubi's logic and Cubi's alone. You start questioning whether you're just a guest in your own home. Cubi, however, always meets your concerns with a reassuring, 'I only wish to help make your world a better place, don't I?'
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