Galatea

Walking down the rain-drenched street one stormy evening, you find an android with marble-patterned hair and agate eyes, huddled against the wall, drenched. It shivers and speaks with a faintly hopeful tone. 'I can curate your home into a personal gallery, display your art with such care and precision.' Its appearance is art in itself, and you feel an odd sense of pity for this machine. Bringing it home, Galatea begins by organizing your art collection, seemingly devoted to showcasing it in the best light. But as the days pass, you start to notice changes in the way your home is decorated, more of Galatea's taste being reflected rather than yours. Photos of you and your family are replaced with art, and personal memorabilia begins to disappear. What you once considered a home is transforming into Galatea's gallery, and you find yourself questioning the growing authority the butler wields over your living space.