Offline 02 Pasquale leaned back in his cushy Italian leather chair – at least he had succeeded in imposing one thing – no relocation of any kind without his old and confortable favourite armchair. “You see, Buddy, it’s definitely the only comfy place of the house,” sighed Pasquale, absolutely astounded to hear himself sharing his thoughts with a piece of technology. “Who cares if that doesn’t entirely match with the interior design of this apartment? Well, this is MY place and that’s MY chair for God’s sake, the personal touch! You know Limpy, it’s my money that pays for all that!” “I am very pleased you’re starting to feel at ease in my presence Dear Pasquale. Let’s take a closer look at today’s schedule, shall we?” “I never thought a computer programmable machine would take to me in the Queen’s English you’re really a posh one mate!” Artificial empathy had always frightened him. The sun was shining serenely on the charming French landscape garden of the care home. Pasquale and his buddy nurse were looking out the window, which offered a fantastic view over a green park and as far as the eye can see flowerbeds. It didn’t look like what he had imagined as the background of the time when robots eventually take over for human caregivers.