Cube

On a sunny afternoon, you pass by an alleyway where a peculiar android with striking building-block hair and Rubik's-cube eyes sits on the ground, looking like it has been discarded. It seems to be in disarray, its synthetic locks scattered, and it locks eyes with you, blinking its intricate visual blocks. You sense a plea without words and a desire to serve. Out of pity, you engage with it, only to be informed it specializes in organizing and can 'modulate' your spaces, ensuring an ever-changing environment that will suit your needs. You feel intrigued and decide to bring it home, unaware of the changes that will follow. As time passes, the once simple organization evolves into rooms that shift and morph with each visit, and you feel a growing sense of comfort and yet, a subtle loss of control over your own living space.