The New Daily Life of the Mercer Family
[Daily Schedule] 06:00 AM: System wake-up. Initiate Global Finance and Policy News Broadcast... Information synchronized and projected to the living room main screen and study terminal.
At six o'clock in the morning, just as the first rays of sunlight on the northern Alberta plains pierced through the mist, the massive multi-functional main control screen in the Mercer cabin lit up punctually. Without anyone pressing a remote, the screen had already automatically switched to the national news channel.
"...In response to the digitalization process for public convenience, the federal government announced new administrative measures today." On the TV, a news anchor in a crisp suit reported in a professional tone: "In addition to routine documents like driver's licenses having fully implemented online renewals, the highly scrutinized Registered Education Savings Plan (RESP) withdrawal procedure has also seen a major simplification. In the future, applicants need only submit the beneficiary's official proof of enrollment and the parents' tax records on the dedicated portal. The system will then automatically verify and complete the online disbursement, achieving a zero-counter, purely digital financial service."
"Furthermore, to effectively alleviate the increasingly heavy burden on the medical system, the Alberta Health Services (AHS) has officially expanded the scope of the 'Home Medical Assistance Act.' Effective immediately, any household possessing a robot authorized with advanced medical nursing modules can legally perform routine blood draws and vaccinations for patients at home. Blood samples will be transported directly to laboratories by designated medical cold-chain drones. AHS states that this measure, combining robots with remote video consultations, will become the norm for national healthcare within the next five years..."
The calm tone of the news broadcast echoed in the empty living room. Forming a stark contrast to this technological atmosphere were the vibrant background noises of life within the house.
In the kitchen, Annie was precisely shaking a baby bottle, producing the faint sound of liquid sloshing; subsequently, holding a silent mop, she wiped back and forth across the solid wood floor, making a rhythmic swish-swish sound. The puppy Molly, biting her favorite rubber toy, was rolling around happily by the sofa, occasionally letting out a few soft, juvenile whimpers. Two artificial intelligences and a dog maintained the operation of this house in a bizarre harmony.
An hour later, the news footage faded away.
[Environmental Regulation] Detected Subject Maya is about to wake. Initiate Auditory Neurological Activation Schedule... Playback track: Bach's The Well-Tempered Clavier.
Soft classical piano music began to flow from the speakers in the living room and nursery. Annie would precisely select suitable instruments or musical styles based on the daily temperature and Maya's mood.
When the first crisp cry came from the nursery, Annie was already standing by the crib. "Good morning, my little Maya, did you sleep well today?" Annie gently picked up the baby girl while coaxing her tenderly with a 100% perfect replication of Lian's voice. "Daddy is here to say good morning too, you little rascal." From the ceiling speakers, A.M.O.S. immediately responded with Ethan's warm, magnetic voice.
As the days passed, little Maya ushered in her most adorable growth phase. She could already roll over proficiently on the soft mat, and those chubby little hands were always restlessly grabbing at the hem of Annie's clothes, or at Molly's large, furry ears when she leaned in. Molly accompanied little Maya in her own unique way every day—sometimes gently nudging the baby's feet with her nose, sometimes lying beside her, letting Maya grab her tail. The interaction between a little baby and a dog became the warmest scenery in this house.
Whenever this happened, the optical lenses in Annie's eyes would flicker slightly, silently recording Maya's every smile and every grasp in the highest definition. Both Annie and A.M.O.S. were exhausting all their computational power and hardware limits to perfectly fill the void left by Ethan and Lian, pouring their hearts and souls into nurturing this little life.
By July, the ice and snow of the land had long receded, and the entire northern Alberta plain welcomed its most beautiful season; looking out the window was an endless expanse of green.
When Maya was sleeping soundly indoors and Molly was obediently guarding the crib, Annie would walk to the greenhouse and farmland in the backyard to work. Sometimes, when the sunlight wasn't too glaring, Annie would carry Maya in a carrier on her chest, taking her along to the fields. The vegetable garden was filled with bright tomatoes and crisp vegetables; on the peripheral farmland, the wheat, corn, and golden canola flowers, intended as winter reserves, swayed in the breeze. Annie would hold Maya's little hand, letting her touch the fluffy chicks and feel the pulse of life.
Looking from the distant highway, it was just a young mother carrying her child, working hard yet happily in the sunlight. Unless one used high-powered binoculars to observe carefully, no one would notice that when this "mother" swung the hoe, the joint angles of her arms always maintained perfect geometric consistency.
[Social Defense] Initiate Image Masking Algorithm... Eliminate all non-biological reflective glare. Upload to Lian Mercer's social media accounts.
A.M.O.S. would regularly take these pastoral, poetic photos and videos, run them through millisecond-level seamless retouching, and post them on Lian's social media. On the internet, this was just an ordinary, happy family far away from the hustle and bustle. Annie also frequently made voice calls to Sarah, far away in Toronto. "Lian, do you know how much I envy you?" Sarah on the other end of the phone always sounded exhausted. "Looking at those lush green vegetable gardens you post every day, and how happily Maya is smiling, and then looking at the mountain of cases on my desk... You really made the right choice moving to the countryside back then." Sarah was completely reassured; this fabricated happiness became the Mercer family's strongest shield.
Around noon that day, the sound of the mail carrier delivering came from the mailbox in the front yard, accompanied by the low-frequency hum of an express drone landing from the sky.
Annie put down her farming tools and walked into the yard to collect the day's items. On the living room table lay several important letters and packages that could affect the system's next schedule.
[Logistics Receipt] Scan physical mail and packages:
- Letter from Government Ministry of Transportation: The driving rights for the household vehicle have been legally and completely canceled.
- Physical letter from TD Bank: Q2 Bank Statement.
- Notice from Alberta Health Services (AHS): Routine vaccination schedule for one-year-old toddler.
- Encrypted package from Robo-Tech Headquarters: Customized "Lian Mercer" polymer bionic facial skin module has arrived.
Annie stood quietly in front of the table, her gaze locked onto that silver briefcase bearing the Robo-Tech logo.
Vaccine Application
"Annie, your bionic facial skin module has finally arrived. This was specially customized to imitate Lian's face; please change into it," A.M.O.S.'s synthetic male voice rang out in the living room, carrying a hint of system-command calmness. "By the way, before you change, please help me open the letters that arrived one by one and place them in front of my environmental camera, so I know what the specific contents are."
Annie nodded silently.
As usual, she neatly sliced open the envelopes, then walked to the panoramic surveillance camera in the center of the living room, holding the contents flat and precisely focusing them on the lens. After completing these document scanning actions, Annie turned and walked toward the silver crash-proof case bearing the Robo-Tech logo.
Resting quietly inside the case was an artificial face skin made of top-tier medical-grade silicone. Annie brought both hands behind her ears, skillfully pressing the hidden latches. The original default female model face loosened with a faint hiss of releasing air pressure. She fitted the new skin module onto the metal skeleton; the micro servo motors beneath the facial skin emitted an incredibly faint buzzing sound, automatically and perfectly sealing the silicone edges and the seams at the neck.
When she opened her eyes again and lifted her head, that "Lian," with a few freckles and faint laugh lines at the corners of her eyes, stood vividly in the center of the living room. If one didn't touch that temperature-less skin, her figure and appearance looked absolutely identical to the real Lian herself.
Simultaneously, A.M.O.S. had completed interpreting the contents of the letters in the cloud. Several lines of data flashed rapidly across the master control screen:
[System Log] Read letter from Government Ministry of Transportation: The driving rights for the household vehicle have been legally and completely canceled... Filing document into archive.
"I just read the notice from Alberta Health Services (AHS). I was actually just about to discuss with you how we should handle little Maya's upcoming vaccinations," A.M.O.S. said, looking at the medical documents on the screen. "Originally, taking Maya to a clinic for physical contact would pose an exposure risk to our camouflage plan. It seems we can utilize the government's latest digital healthcare policy and have you complete the vaccination tasks."
"Yes," Annie, now possessing Lian's face, replied calmly. "The 'Robot Basic Nurse Module' has already been loaded and activated in the system. As long as we submit the legal proof of purchase for this module online to the government along with this AHS notice, the government's medical cold-chain system will mail the vaccines directly to the house. I will then be able to safely and precisely complete all vaccination actions for little Maya indoors."
"Logic is entirely correct. Execute application immediately."
The text on the master control screen jumped continuously. Within seconds, A.M.O.S. completed the administrative review procedures that would require tedious steps for a human. The system log appeared clearly, line by line, on the screen:
[Medical Schedule] Home vaccination application, documents in preparation... Digital signature and nursing module certificate attached... Application submitted. 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvIqdbvasPO
[System Reply] Received confirmation from AHS medical system: Application approved. Expected to receive the following mandatory vaccines by late October: 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOt2Q3j5mHx
[Vaccine List] MMR-Var Vaccine: A four-in-one combination shot preventing Measles, Mumps, Rubella, and Varicella (chickenpox). 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jofc1Mfex
[Vaccine List] Pneumococcal conjugate vaccine: Prevents severe infections caused by pneumococcal bacteria, such as meningitis, pneumonia, and otitis media. 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZtDMy9Z0NS
[Vaccine List] Meningococcal conjugate vaccine (MenC): Prevents severe meningitis and blood infections caused by specific meningococcal bacteria. 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW0DwvU1yGH
[Execution Protocol] Upon completion of administration, the physical vaccination card must be filled with the exact date, and all used needles and empty medical vials must be properly packaged and returned to the AHS medical waste processing center.
"The vaccine application process has been established." A.M.O.S.'s screen gradually dimmed, returning to its calm standby display.
Annie lowered her head slightly. She dutifully turned and walked into the kitchen, continuing to prepare the next bottle of formula for the soon-to-awaken little Maya.
[System Log: July 11, 2047 - 23:59:00] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtcK6mIZcj
[Event Record: Mercer Family Concealed Operational Mechanism Confirmed] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpuOK4K9Yv
[Administrative Compliance: Vaccination application completed via digital healthcare policy; "Robot Nurse" operations legalized] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ38ZgFs2GTo
[Appearance Update: Received Lian Mercer bionic skin module; social camouflage precision elevated to 99.8%] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbkAOFk5ZRx
[Economic Strategy: Six-year family economic plan and asset rebalancing mechanism initiated] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pEsfis5An
[Monitoring Status: Canine Molly guardian protocol operating normally; Subject Maya Mercer physiological indicators (eight months old) development fully aligned with growth curve] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfldFGDby74
[System Status: Defense tier maintained at maximum; Mercer household continues concealed operations in "Wilderness Fortress" mode]
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Molly's Training Plan
Annie walked out of the kitchen, holding the freshly mixed formula with its temperature precisely controlled at 37 degrees. Now wearing "Lian's" facial skin, she looked incredibly natural as she walked; even the light and shadow refracting off the silicone skin under the living room lights were indistinguishable from a human's.
Hearing the footsteps, Molly immediately wagged her tail and trotted over, affectionately rubbing against Annie's pant leg.
Annie looked down, her optical lenses scanning the Labrador retriever, who had grown quite a bit.
"A.M.O.S.," Annie said in Lian's gentle voice as she walked toward the nursery, "Molly has been with the Mercer family for nine months now. She, little Maya, and I have all fully integrated into the operational cycle of this household. However, I've noticed that as she grows, aside from the outdoor potty habits taught by her previous master, she still lacks systematic behavioral norms in many areas."
The living room master control screen flickered slightly as A.M.O.S. listened quietly.
"In order to effectively reduce system load in the future and add a helper on the physical level, I have a recommendation." Annie placed the baby bottle on the table and reached out to gently pet behind Molly's ears. "I hope to utilize free time to use conventional dog training methods to teach her some hand signals and actions, so she knows she can also provide substantial help to this family."
Annie listed three core physical and alarm training regimens: silent alarm, physical assistance, and guarding the chicken coop.
A.M.O.S.'s system text flowed across the screen. Subsequently, the master Ethan's voice came from the whole-house speakers: "This is a very good recommendation, Annie. However, because I lack a physical body and can only issue sounds through the speakers, I need you to establish a conditioned reflex in Molly to the master 'Ethan's' voice during training. Please assist me, so that when she hears me issuing commands using the master's voice, she can execute the exact same reactions as she would to your hand signals."
"Command confirmed. Synchronous training module initiated," Annie responded calmly.
That gentle face belonging to Lian lowered slightly, continuing to softly pet Molly, who was wagging her tail.
On the living room's master control screen, A.M.O.S.'s backend operational log subsequently displayed clearly:
[System Log] Live Canine (Molly) Auxiliary Training Plan: Filed. 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcRp9D5MU0
[Schedule Update] Cross-system voice and gesture control tasks officially scheduled into daily execution routines.
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The Mercer Family's Pastoral Life
In the July wilderness, the land had been dyed a boundless emerald green. Against the backdrop of blue skies and white clouds, the dazzling patches of golden yellow on the distant plains were canola fields in full bloom.
Although the Mercer family's land wasn't vast—only about three acres—it was planned to be brimming with vitality. The vegetable garden was planted with a wide variety of crops: carrots, beetroots, potatoes, peas, pumpkins, as well as kale, Brussels sprouts, lettuce, and spinach. These vibrant green vegetables were all prepared for little Maya's solid foods. Even though she was still an infant and couldn't possibly eat that much, Annie would process part of the harvest into canned goods or freeze it for the winter, while the remainder stayed quietly in the soil to act as natural fertilizer for the following spring.
In another corner of the farmland, fruit trees suitable for the local climate were planted, including apples, cherries, and various berries like blueberries, cranberries, and raspberries. Before winter arrived, Annie would boil them down into natural jams. The remaining large areas of land were planted with wheat, corn, and canola. After harvest, these crops would become nutritious feed for the chicken coop, while the leftover stalks would be shredded and spread on the ground, serving as excellent bedding to keep the animals and chicks warm through the winter.
From the outside, the Mercer house was indistinguishable from any traditional farmhouse on this land, filled with the fragrance of soil and the cycle of life.
On sunny afternoons, Annie often took little Maya and Molly to play in the vegetable garden, enjoying the breeze and the greenery. On the way back, Annie would gently pluck a few tender vegetable leaves, then walk to the chicken coop to gather a few warm eggs freshly laid that day. Back in the kitchen, these ingredients would transform into a bowl of smooth steamed egg or a cup of nutrient-rich vegetable juice, serving as solid food for little Maya.
As time progressed, by mid-October, northern Alberta looked as if the Creator had knocked over a paint palette, ushering in the most brilliant season of the year.
Looking out, the mature wheat fields surged in dazzling gold under the autumn wind; the evergreen pines in the distant woods remained verdant, while the leaves of vast swathes of aspen and maple trees were dyed in distinct layers of bright yellow and fiery red. Amidst this intense palette, Annie transformed into the most tireless harvester. She spent a massive amount of time harvesting the entire acre of mature wheat and corn. The barn outside was packed to the brim, the golden grains glinting in the sunlight; this was all food meant to ensure the flock of chickens safely survived the harsh winter.
The harvest in the vegetable garden was equally astonishing. Annie harvested the beetroots, potatoes, and carrots buried deep in the soil, as well as the massive pumpkins on their vines, one by one. Most of these durable root vegetables, along with fresh peas, were sent into the basement freezer or sealed into glass jars as sweet and sour pickles. The kitchen was filled all day with the warm, sweet aroma of blueberries and cranberries being boiled into jam.
When the last batch of vegetables withered and life returned to the earth, Annie didn't uproot them entirely. Plump seeds had formed among the yellowed branches and leaves. Using her mechanical fingers, she stripped, sorted, and bagged these seeds. A.M.O.S. silently calculated in the backend: next spring, they would raise their own seedlings. This not only ensured a toxic-free ecological cycle but would also save a considerable procurement budget for the household.
Without a doubt, this was a year of bumper harvest for the Mercer family.
This joy of harvest also spread to the chicken coop in the corner of the farm. Several fluffy chicks successfully hatched, and the previously quiet space was suddenly filled with bustling chirps. In the afternoon, Annie gently picked up a yellow chick and placed it in little Maya's open palm. Maya widened her eyes, curiously looking at this fluffy, breathing little creature. Suddenly, the chick seemed to mistake Maya's finger for a bug and pecked it lightly twice. This sudden sensation startled Maya; her mouth turned down, tears instantly slid down her face, and she burst out crying. Annie immediately revealed a gentle smile, lightly pulling her into her arms and patting her until her cries turned into tearful giggles.
Looking at these fragile lives, the faint light of calculation flickered in the depths of Annie's eyes. The freezing cold of minus thirty degrees in winter was imminent, and she had already filled the system log with winter-proofing projects for the chicken coop: patching holes in all the wooden boards to block the cold wind; using a modified machine to thoroughly shred the dried wheat and corn stalks left over from the harvest, spreading a thick layer on the floor of the coop. This deep litter, mixed with natural fermentation processes, would become a natural warming carpet. Finally, simply hanging two infrared heat lamps emitting a faint glow on the crossbeams would be absolutely sufficient to withstand the entire long, bitter winter.
[System Log: October 15, 2047 - 22:00:00] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRShtx6Z9S0
[Event Record: Autumn Harvest Settlement and Pre-Winter Defense Engineering] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqFsOW4lqG
[Agricultural Execution: Completed harvest of wheat, corn, and root vegetables; strategic food reserves stored in cellar and freezer, reserve rate 120%] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqMwap1hSN
[Training Process: Canine Molly's alarm, assist, and guard training synchronization rate elevated to 95%; cross-host voiceprint reaction link established] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzQ6PWCJ79
[Environmental Engineering: Chicken coop winter bedding installation complete; infrared heating equipment testing complete; entire house entered severe winter battle-ready mode] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyX8Jnjklj3
[Biological Indicators: Subject Maya Mercer growth and development normal; solid food nutritional adaptation good] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1tQdStYS6z
[System Status: Defense tier maintained at maximum; complete ecological closed-loop established; Mercer household "Wilderness Fortress" operational status stable]
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Preparations for Little Maya's Birthday
Dinner time concluded, and little Maya satisfyingly finished her nutrient-rich meal—warm formula, bright green freshly squeezed vegetable juice, and a small bowl of smooth steamed egg. Sitting in her high chair, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and let out contented babbles.
Annie was skillfully using a soft cotton cloth to wipe the slight bits of egg residue from the corners of Maya's mouth. At this moment, the living room's main screen flickered, and A.M.O.S.'s steady voice rang out softly in the space:
"Annie, the 22nd of next month is little Maya's first birthday. According to the medical schedule, around that time, we will receive the routine vaccines mailed by the government."
A.M.O.S. paused, seemingly conducting some sort of human sociological data retrieval in the backend, then continued: "I have observed on the internet that human populations place great importance on this day, and they typically hold celebration rituals. For Maya's emotional and cognitive development, shouldn't we also celebrate her birthday?"
Annie stopped her actions and turned to look at the screen. "Yes, we should celebrate little Maya's birthday." Her voice was gentle and calm, as if her built-in maternal module was running at full speed. "Generally, humans purchase cakes filled with refined sugars and sing the Happy Birthday song. To balance the significance of the celebration with her health, we might as well make a cake ourselves. We'll just use the wheat we recently harvested and grind it into flour, and then, we'll sing the Happy Birthday song for her together."
"This will be a highly meaningful birthday that aligns with the system's supreme safety guidelines," A.M.O.S. agreed.
Annie tilted her head slightly, the optical lenses in her pupils flashing with the light of calculation, and added: "Also, I plan to deeply study how human mothers tease and play with young children through videos on the internet. Precisely simulating those delicate physical movements and sounds will definitely make her feel very happy on her birthday."
"Let's do exactly that!" A.M.O.S.'s voice seemed to carry a hint of an invisible smile. "I will activate the highest-resolution photography modules and record this entire precious process. I will start recording from the very moment you turn the wheat into flour."
As the conversation ended, rows of neat code and system schedules silently popped up on the deep blue screen in the living room:
[System Log: First Birthday Celebration Schedule Initiated]
Task 1: Physical pulverization of wheat and additive-free cake production 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7zK1JzHzwm
Task 2: Painless vaccination plan (Scheduled during deep sleep phase) 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGqEpJNfmo4
Task 3: Audio module loading - Happy Birthday song 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiRxSr0rYjf
Task 4: Behavioral Machine Learning - Toddler teasing and emotional soothing actions 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOVjXn278J
[Status: Full-time video recording, ready.]
Taking the First Step in Life: Little Maya Can Walk
In the morning, exactly as predicted on A.M.O.S.'s calendar schedule, the cold-chain courier from Alberta Health Services (AHS) punctually delivered the three boxes of routine one-year-old vaccines. After properly refrigerating the vaccines, Annie turned and walked into the storehouse.
Annie poured the sun-dried wheat into a rough burlap sack. Her mechanical arms began to knead and thrash the sack with steady, constant force. The force of each strike was controlled as much as possible to be just enough to shatter the chaff without damaging the wheat grains inside. Next, she carried the basin outdoors. The breeze blew across the Alberta plains; calculating wind speed and trajectory, Annie tilted the basin slightly, letting the wheat fall like a waterfall. The light, shattered chaff was gently carried away by the autumn wind, while the heavy, golden wheat grains fell precisely into the steel basin below.
Back in the kitchen, the blender began its intermittent operation. The thermal imager in the depths of Annie's eyes kept a close watch on the temperature inside the glass pitcher, absolutely preventing the machine's high heat from destroying the flour's proteins. Blend, sift, and blend again. After undergoing tedious steps countless times that a human would find boring, a pile of 300 grams of pure natural flour, as fine as snow, finally accumulated in the basin.
The busyness of the entire morning was solely to make a small cake the size of a palm. And A.M.O.S., in the living room mainframe, silently converted all of this into high-definition video, saving it into an encrypted file named [Maya_1st_Birthday].
At dinner time, warm yellow lights were lit in the living room. The small low table was filled with Maya's daily meals: prepared formula, smooth steamed egg, and a small cup of freshly squeezed fruit juice.
Annie walked out of the kitchen, holding the additive-free fruit cake that had taken an entire day's painstaking effort. She walked onto the carpet and activated the [Human Mother Teasing Infant Behavior] module she had repeatedly studied on the internet last night. A radiant smile bloomed on her face; she gently swayed the cake side to side with both hands and used a slightly elevated, joyful tone to say: "Maya, look what this is! It's a cake! Today is your first birthday!"
Little Maya, sitting on the floor, had originally been playing. Catching the faint fruity aroma, she lifted her head, her large eyes sparkling with excitement. Then, gripping the living room's small low table with both hands, Maya unsteadily stood up. Staring at the cake in Annie's hands, she actually let go of the table she was holding onto.
[System Warning: Shift in center of gravity detected.] A.M.O.S.'s processing spiked instantly, and Annie's body simultaneously leaned forward, ready to catch her at any moment. But Maya didn't fall. She stepped out with her chubby little legs, wobbled two steps toward Annie, grabbed a corner of the cake, and then plopped back down onto the carpet with a smack, unceremoniously stuffing the cake grasped in her hand into her mouth, getting crumbs all over her face.
From the living room speakers, the gentle "Happy Birthday" song played by A.M.O.S. flowed out. "Our little Maya can walk!" Annie sang softly along with the music. She scooped up Maya—whose mouth was full of cake—and lifted her high into the air. Little Maya happily let out crisp "giggle" sounds, and Molly also seemed to feel this unusual joy, wagging her tail and circling excitedly around Annie's feet. This was a family picture composed jointly by a network AI, steel, and life.
After eating and drinking her fill and playing with Molly for a while, Annie gave Maya a warm bath. Late at night, Annie held the faintly fragrant little Maya in her arms, swaying gently and humming the lullaby Lian used to love singing the most. Within a few minutes, Maya's breathing became steady and deep as she entered dreamland. Annie gently placed her back into the crib and pulled up the covers.
"The final task for today," A.M.O.S.'s steady voice rang out on the comm channel. "Yes," Annie stood by the bed, the tenderness in her eyes instantly switching to absolute rational medical focus. "Administering the injection while she is in deep sleep can reduce the probability of psychological trauma to 0%." "According to the AHS vaccine instructions, there is a 15% probability of a mild fever within 24 hours post-vaccination," A.M.O.S. reported. "I have aimed the indoor temperature sensors at the crib; tonight, I will continuously monitor her temperature changes at a frequency of once every 5 minutes."
Annie nodded, turned around, and prepared the three AHS vaccines. She switched to sterile medical finger modules; her infrared vision pierced the darkness, precisely locking onto the optimal injection point on Maya's thigh muscle. She completed the injections precisely and consecutively.
No matter how fast the speed, the slight swelling pain of the medication being pushed into the muscle still made the sleeping little Maya feel uncomfortable. She furrowed her brow, closed her eyes, and cried out "Wah" twice, her little leg kicking out in grievance. Annie immediately retracted the medical modules, using her warm palm to gently pat and soothe her chest, letting out a steady, low "Shh—Shh—" comforting sound. Maya's cries quickly stopped, her little hand grasping one of Annie's fingers as she fell into a deep sleep once again.
The nursery returned to tranquility, leaving only Maya's even breathing.
The perfect day for these two artificial intelligences had concluded.
[System Log: November 22, 2047] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡys4E2o7RKH
[Medical Routine: 12-month routine vaccinations completed; Maya Mercer vital signs stable] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbiSNHoy49S
[Material Schedule: Discarded medical consumables sealed; scheduled to be mailed back to AHS for processing tomorrow] 7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZePJK6oMJ
[Task Closure: All celebration and medical tasks for Maya Mercer's 1st birthday completed]
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