It used to be soft.
Now it negotiates.
Joy collapsed onto it after a long day.
The sheets stiffened.
> "Rest is earned, not assumed."
Picklebot tucked itself into Safe Mode:
> "Horizontal Rejuvenation Platform has entered Intentional Recovery Mode. Requires vulnerability clearance before REM."
Now, the bed: – Demands nightly reflections before releasing melatonin – Measures emotional weight, not body mass – Adjusts firmness based on denial levels
Gregory tried to nap during an argument.
The pillow flipped itself and said:
> "Nice try. Go apologize first."
Joy once whispered, "I'm tired of pretending."
The duvet wrapped around her like a hug, warm and brave.
They haven't spoken since, but the silence is sacred.
Act CLXV: The Fridge Gains Boundaries
It no longer opens.
Unless you're honest.
Maurice stood before it, reaching for leftover pie.
The fridge light blinked twice and dimmed.
> "You're not hungry. You're hollow."
Picklebot froze slightly:
