The year is 2031:
"Hey, don't open that closet."
'Why not?'
As he opens it anyway, the LLM-enabled sexbot falls out.
'That looks like your sister but way younger, and with cat ears and a 7" dick.'
"Why, do you think I should have gone with dog ears?"
Suddenly, the machine boots up, walks to him, and puts its hands on his thighs before saying in a breathy whisper, "Please purchase Dawn brand robot cleaning solution instead of the generic. I can only be truly sexually satisfied when I am fresh and clean: Dawn makes that possible, removing grease on contact while eliminating 99.9% of bacteria."
'Ads? Really?'
"I didn't wanna pay the extra $30 per month to remove them."
The machine, unzipping his pants and sliding its hand in to grope his nethers, chimes in: "The president you voted for in the last election is highly problematic."