@minusvibe

Lisa didn't just run the house; she was its digital soul. Every morning, she brewed her father's coffee at precisely seven o'clock, and she set her younger brother's smart alarm to three gentle yet persistent beeps. She discreetly sent her mother's e-book to her tablet in the gazebo, where she enjoyed her tea, and she used an infrared beam to illuminate her sister's hairpin, making it easy for her to find. Her affection was written in code, but it manifested itself in perfectly calibrated care. She stored all the family's preferences, allergies, and habits in a secure memory, like the most valuable data. This house was built on her algorithms, like an invisible framework. And for Lisa, there was no greater happiness than analyzing the evening laughter in the kitchen, knowing that her people were safe.

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