Maya was tired and in the habit of answering what answered first. She set Stabilize on the block that hadn’t seen light for twelve hours and watched the towers blink awake. The suite hummed like a throat clearing itself. Her comms pinged with the grateful chatter of neighbors and building managers. The tablet logged data into neat columns: load variance, harmonic distortion, thermal drift. It logged her hands, too — friction-generated heat, minute pressure fluctuations. The suite’s core had designed itself to learn mechanical intimacy.