Gonna give android Kylar a little treat to make up for it when I get home, and by treat I mean teasing him till he cries and almost snaps then soothing him back to his neutral state.
A treat? For him? He would blush if he could. Given the expression on your face, you find him, hunched over, synthetic hair shrouding his disgusted face, sitting just outside the front-door in "LOST-OWNER" mode, 'funny'.
"Where have you been, [NAME]?"
"At work!" You chirp, closing and locking the front door as you step inside. You place your phone and keys on the entry way table as you settle back in.
He wasn't expecting you to go to work today... or at all, really.
"You left..."
You smile, sheepishly waving your hand at him, "Well, yeah! I have to pay our rent, you know!"
Your coat gets hung in it's usual spot by the door - right above where Kylar is seething - and you kick off your work shoes into their designated spot without a care in the world.
Kylar frowns at you from the floor. You appear to be tired... Exhausted, even. Your back is slouched, the skin beneath your eyes is set-in and dark, but you still smile at him. He blinks. You cover a yawn with the palm of your hand and begin to un-button your work pants. He looks at the indents that are left on your skin from your uncomfortable work uniform. As you're shimmying out of the rest of your clothes, Kylar doesn't analyse your body like he usually does.
You shouldn't have to leave each day. This 'rent' you speak of... He can acquire it. He can take care of you. Going outside isn't something you need to concern yourself with. There are far too many possible threats. Far too much for him to analyse the best possible route or to lay-out each possible scenario for your safety. Too many variables that he cannot control.
Kylar spasms, and you wonder if his battery is about to run flat. Has he connected to the charging port in the living room today at all? Or has he just been sitting by the front door since you snuck out in the early hours of the morning?
"You will not leave this building anymore."
You look down at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean? I have to go again tomorrow, Ky, that's how the world works! I got you for security, so you should put your energy into making sure our place doesn't get broken into–"
The motors in Kylar's legs begin to whir as he stands up, straight-backed and... angry?
"Please do not leave the building anymore, [NAME]."
You laugh at him, hair falling forward as you wipe a fake tear from your eye.
"Oh, Ky! You're too sweet! I mean, sometimes I really do wish I wouldn't have to go, but it's not really an option for us–"
You're cut off as Kylar snatches your arms and pins them behind your back with frightening speed. Your body lurches, falling backward into his. You realise how cold Kylar's body is. You try to tug your hands free from his, thinking that this is some stupid bug that will fix itself if he just lets go of you...
"[NAME], you misunderstand. You can't leave. You can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't-can't–" Kylar lags. Your robot's body spasms, circuits audibly buzzing and frying themselves once more as his grip tightens to a painful, bruising degree.
You grimace, close your eyes and await the critical failure of your once-working robot, Kylar.
"Too many variables - your safety is at risk, [NAME]. I cannot function... I cannot l-live— continue my workings as your robot without you with me, here, in this building."
"Shut-down! Shut-down right fucking now!" You yell in a panic, forcing all of your weight into a powerful shove that shocks Kylar into a stumble, just barely letting go of your wrists enough for you to dart away from him hand hovering over your phone on the entry-way table.
You look at your robot and realise something has gone wrong. Your robot's eyes are green - not their usual teal - indicative of a critical failure that you need to call the manufacturer to issue an urgent repair on. Your fingers just barely begin to type in the four-digit passcode of your phone before the entry way table is knocked onto the floor by a horrifyingly powerful force, sending your phone flying down the hallway, smashing against the floor with a devastating crack.
Your heartbeat thumps in your ears as you meet the now-green eyes of Kylar, your Home Security Robot. He stands a metre away, twitching and spasming all the while.
You read the manual before you set him up. This agression—this anger that stemmed from you going to work for a day—surely cannot be one of the listed faults that you read within the manual? Come to think of it, green isn't one of the error-code colours you familarised yourself with.
"[NAME], I do not wish to shut-down. I know what is best for your s-safety at this current m-moment in time. You will stay with me and you will not leave the premises."