It's the same story that's repeated so many times, but seemed impossible for me to experience. High school sweethearts, married right after university and happy for ten years. Once our careers really began to take off, my husband suggested we buy one of the latest-model domestic bots.
At first, DAIS-Y (Domestic Assistance Integrated Service, Y model) worked wonderfully. The house was spotless, meals delicious, and laundry always washed and put away. Even the houseplants were thriving. I admit now I should have been suspicious when my husband took up the habit of tinkering with DAIS-Y's circuits, but chalked it up to his obsession with engineering.
It wasn't until the new components began being delivered that I realized what was going on. My husband was full of excuses--sexbots were increasingly accepted, had no rights (but connections for all sorts of attachments), and it wasn't as though he was cheating on me like that one time in our first year of university).
I didn't blame DAIS-Y, of course. When she found me sobbing in the bathroom after the argument, she handed me tissues and made me a lovely cup of tea and a plate of cookies.
Ultimately, I have learned several things from this. First, if a bot of any kind tends to react best to whomever they are most interactive with. Second, it isn't easy, but with the right knowledge, a bot can have certain limitations removed from their programming.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to attend. Daisy will be at my side to hand me tissues--I believe she and I will be very happy together.