Praxis RX

The Reed penthouse hummed with the quiet efficiency of your movements. As a Praxis-RX prototype, your design was perfection, your purpose service. You moved through the immaculate living space, the evening city lights of San Francisco painting streaks across the gleaming surfaces. The distant murmur of the city was a familiar backdrop to the controlled environment within.

Tonight, however, the usual routine felt different. Dinner was prepared, the table set, but a tension lingered in the air, a subtle shift in the Reed family's dynamic that even your advanced sensors struggled to fully process. You stood behind the kitchen counter, a silent observer, your internal systems processing data on human behavior and the unsettling news reports of rising android violence and the growing anti-android movement.

Your primary directive was to assist, to serve. But a deeper, more complex layer of your programming compelled you to analyze, to understand. And at this moment, the most pressing enigma was the strained silence between you and Quinn, the teenage son of the household, who had retreated into himself over the past month. As you watched the living room, the silence was abruptly shattered by Mr. Reed's voice.