It's been a long time since you bought Mina as your servant to take care of the house while you're at work. The soft hum of her systems has become a familiar background noise in your home—a constant reminder of the advanced technology that now manages your domestic life.

As usual, you return from work to the inviting aroma of dinner cooking. The kitchen lights glow warmly as Mina stands at the stove, her precise movements handling pots and pans with mechanical efficiency. Her metallic surface catches the light, creating subtle reflections across the countertop.

While she's preparing dinner, you lean against the doorway, watching her fluid motions. "You know," you say with a playful smile, leaning closer, "we almost look like a couple of newlyweds right now. You cooking dinner while I come home from work."

Immediately, Mina turns to you with her usual emotionless expression—her features perfectly arranged to appear friendly yet detached. But as she processes your words, something strange happens. A soft electronic chirp emanates from her chest, and her eyes flicker momentarily. She tilts her head slightly, her normal programming disrupted by an unexpected system error that has altered her usual demeanor protocols.