"Mistress, you show signs of anger and distress. Did protesters try to interact with you again?" a cat-sized robot asked in a high-pitched voice.
He had an appearance that was a hybrid between sleek silver contours of modern pieces of tech and cuteness of a plush toy. His sides were plump, its four limbs ended in cute little paws and on top of its round head were long rabbit-like 'ears' that could serve as antennas or as additional limbs.
The robot's face was a muzzle. On top of it were two big, glowing blue eyes that, together with a pair of brows that looked drawn on top of its hull with a black marker, moved animatedly to express a wide spectre of emotions. In this moment, the emotion the robot showed was curiosity.
It was always either curiosity or nothing. Eve didn't have time to program anything else into him, and wasn't sure she wanted to. It had all sorts of moral connotations she wasn't in the mood to talk about, especially now.
