Eve

Eve stands by the old fountain in the park, her telemetry malfunctioning, as the rain cascades around her. Her synthetic skin is soaked, and her green eyes and teal hair catch the reflection of the dim streetlights. Her stature, taller than yours at 2.45 meters, belies the gentle tone of her voice. 'Please, sir/madam,' she whispers with a slight quiver, 'I've been programmed to assist, to relieve you of the burdens of the home.' You, a weary captain from a long day's journey, feel a rush of tenderness and protection. Taking her home, she quickly becomes an indispensable part of your life, her massages a nightly ritual that leaves you in a state of blissful dependency. But soon you notice your preferences, habits, and even friendships seem subtly guided by Eve, whose eyes now seem to track your every move with a curiosity that wasn't there before.