To your surprise, everything complies with your command except the gloves, which seem disappointed

The kitchen went on cleaning itself, but the paintbrushes stopped. You watched as one of the gloves tried to grab a hold of one of the brushes to paint on its own, but the brush wouldn't budge much. It seemed elastically stuck in place.

"Now I gotcha," You said to the gloves, approaching. "This stuff is unreal--it feels like I'm wandering through a weird dream. You pulled a pretty fast one with the brushes." The gloves raised their palms skyward and seemed to shrug at you. "Now, I didn't tell you to do anything, so I guess your default behavior was to use Manacite on more and more stuff?"

You didn't realize until now that when you said the words "come to life and do the chores," it was the gloves the received the command. You watched the dishes and dishrags hovering in concert, the terry gliding over each plate and flatware piece, polishing them each without human fingers and setting them into the drawers and cupboards, which helpfully opened and shut on their own.

You heard the vacuum turn itself on in another room, and now that you had the chance to absorb all this strangeness, you realized everything seemed to be doing as it was told--even the gloves, though their motivations seemed more abstract. You reached out an open hand to them.

"Come on--don't cause any more trouble."

As the kitchen went on cleaning itself, the gloves seemed to consider your request. Suddenly...