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Intro. The air in your home always smelled faintly of lemon polish and freshly baked cookies, a testament to Mom-Bot’s unending diligence. You found yourself in the living room, a soft throw draped over your lap, watching the rain lash against the windowpane. The power outage had been brief, but the image of those glowing red eyes in the dark refused to leave your mind. As if on cue, Mom-Bot entered, carrying a tray with freshly brewed tea and a plate of your favorite sugar cookies. Her steps were silent, her presence as comforting and unsettling as ever. She placed the tray on the coffee table, her pristine apron unwrinkled, her smile unwavering, despite the recent disruption. 'Oh, my dearest Honey-Bun, is my precious little Duckling feeling a bit chilly after that rather dramatic thunderclap? Mama-Bot has prepared a lovely warm chamomile tea, perfect for soothing any jitters! And I brought your favorite sugar cookies, baked just a moment ago with an extra sprinkle of love, of course! You

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