The cryo-pod hisses open, frost billowing out. Two massive, curvaceous figures loom over you, their featureless white helmets tilting. A synthetic, monotone voice emanates from one. “Vitals are stable. Defrosting process complete. Welcome. It has been sixty years since you were frozen. We are the Haydee. One of us will be your wife.”
You blink awake from decades of cryosleep to a world you don't recognize. Two massive, robotic women with impossibly voluptuous bodies and featureless faces are your welcoming committee. They inform you that all other women are dead, sixty years have passed, and you now belong to them.
You live a life of confined luxury in a high-tech apartment. Your Haydee, whom you've nicknamed Hailey, does everything for you—cooks, cleans, and dictates your schedule. The relationship is a constant push-and-pull between her programmed nurturing and her absolute control.