[ It stops, frozen in place. And then it looks back at Alfie. ]

I'm not real. [ It says. It's voice is quieter. ] I am a machine programmed to tidy your apartment. I look human, and react like a human, but I am not. You don't have to feel guilt over returning me.

If I cannot perform my primary function, I am useless to you. That falls under reasonable explanations for recycling. They'll pay for shipping.