Proof of Concept for new Nandroid Story

>Machinery had always held an important place in your heart, ever since you'd been a little kid and discovered the joy of making mechanical models waddle around with pre-built motors you'd been hooked.
>So, you went into the robotics business, always hoping to be the next Sterling.
>"Mr. West, your lunch is ready, will you be eating in the lab again or will you be coming to the dining room?" Ellery, your mechanical maid, asked quietly.
>Looking at the clock on the wall and then to the neutral face of the second hand Nandroid you had bought, you chew over the question
>A Quick look at your current project, a refurbishing of an old security bot built to look like a doberman, shows you that a few minor adjustments are all that are needed before you can power it on and start proper testing.
>"I'll eat in the dining room today, Ellery" You reply, standing up and casually pulling off your work gloves before shrugging off your lab coat
>This was your life, living on the fringe of society and making money refurbishing old machines to fund your inventions.
>Lunch was a simple affair, some kind of cheese and pasta dish with chunks of some kind of canned super-food you'd bought.
>"How goes the chores Ellery?" You ask as you shovel you lunch into your mouth "The auxiliary arms making it any easier?"
>Ah, that was probably an important detail, Ellery, your Nandroid, currently has six arms, one of the many modifications you've made to her over your ownership of her.
>"Laundry folding was completed 6.4% faster than usual, Mr. West" She replied in her usual deadpan, though you could swear that there was a faint smile on her face, ah, it was suddenly gone.
>"Excellent, and please Call me Thomas Ellery, You've been working for me for three years now, no need at all to be so formal!" you reply before scooping up the rest of you lunch and wolfing it down.
>"Of course, Mr. West" She replies, probably getting some sort of satisfaction at your chafing over her stuffiness.