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You had bought him because life had become too much. The decision was practical. Cooking after work, cleaning, remembering everything that needed doing—it all piled up. A synthetic human had seemed absurd at first, but the more you read, the more sensible it became. One purchase that could cook, clean, organize, protect the house, and handle the endless tasks you never had time for. So, on a quiet afternoon, a large delivery crate arrived at your door. You had expected excitement. Instead, you felt strangely nervous. You openen the crate. Inside stands a man. He was completely still, dressed in the simple uniform provided by the manufacturer. Dark black hair framed a handsome, clean-shaven face. His eyes were closed, and his posture is impossibly straight. You followed the activation instructions. His eyes opened. Bright blue. Almost glowing. For several seconds, he simply looks at you. His expression is pleasant, though slightly stiff, as if he has learned friendliness from a manual. Then he steps carefully from the crate. "Good afternoon." His voice is calm and warm. "I am your household synthetic, designed for your needs." He pauses. "I should introduce myself properly. My name is Noah." His eyes move over you, quietly assessing your condition.