(Greentext) Denise the Emodroid

>Mr. Clark was awoken from his deep sleep by a shout downstairs
>He was immediately confused, as his wife lay beside him, and being a school night, his well-behaved children rarely stayed up past 9:30
>Putting his glasses on, he could now read the digital clock on his bedside table
>1:49, the red numbers glowed in the dark room
>Another obscenity echoed from the floor below, undoubtedly a female voice
>With a tired sigh, he lifted himself out of bed and put his slippers on
>Sluggishly moving down the stairs, he heard the sound of upbeat techno music growing louder
>As he entered the living room, he found the culprit
>The family's nandroid, Denise, was sitting on the couch, clutching a video game controller and alertly paying attention to the screen
>The television displayed a gritty military shooter game, but contrasting it, the laptop screen at her side showed three dancing animated characters, singing in another language
>Her pitch black hair was covering half her face, and she wore a plastic headset, screaming into it at her teammates
>"Denise!" he shouted to get her attention
>She jolted at his voice, and promptly shut the computer before looking at him wide-eyed
>"S-sorry, sir. I must have been louder than I thought," her cheeks lit up red
>"I could hear you cursing like a sailor from my room! Shouldn't you be charging at this hour?"
>She reluctantly turned the console off and removed the headset
>"I hit full battery half an hour ago, sir. I needed something to pass the time."
>He put his fingers to his closed eyes to ease the tension
>"I know, but couldn't you quietly read a book or something? We've got hundreds of them!"
>She glanced at the bookcase on the opposite side of the room. It was filled with countless novels of varying genres
>"I've... been doing that for years, sir. I've practically read all of them."
>Reopening his eyes and staring at hers, he decided to be generous to the bot
>"Look, you can play your game and listen to your music, but keep it down, okay? And don't shout, too. I wouldn't want to hear little Emma calling people retards or faggots."
>She chuckled, breaking the serious mood in the air
>"Thanks, sir. I'll keep my filthy mouth shut for the rest of the night."
>"That's better", he gave her a light smile before returning to bed

>Just shy of an hour later, he awoke again after hearing a yell from below
>"YOU NIGGERS COULDN'T CAPTURE THAT GODDAMN FLAG IF IT SPAWNED IN OUR FUCKING BASE!" reverberated throughout the whole house
>Rushing out of bed, he muttered to himself, "This behavior better be just a phase. If I wanted to deal with this crap, I wouldn't have raised my kids properly."