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Mona talked with the officers for a bit, laughed, thanked them, and closed the door. She walked back into her apartment and sat on the couch. After a moment, she sighed and said, "Okay, which one of you called in the welfare check?" (to no one and nothing in particular). The cat looked as disinterested as ever, and neither it nor the dog had been punching the word mat to make sentences all day. Mona hadn't even said "hello" to Alexa since last night, but you could never be sure that hoe wasn't in a state of eagerness around being activated. To her surprise, the smart air fryer picked a voice out of its digital aether and replied, "I requested a welfare check due to high percentage of low nutrition designated "comfort" meals made, amount of time recorded in conversation with yourself, and hours logged on television/social media. This met the "melancholy event criteria"." Mona thanked the cooker as she unplugged it, then continued methodically to unplug everything else - even the ancient analog toaster (just to be safe). The television stayed untroubled, because she couldn't remember the Wi-Fi password for a reboot later (and she was too annoyed to dig it out). Mona was grateful to be looked after, but really wanted it to be a someONE who'd be game to co-drown their sorrows in whining and pizza with extra cheese.