Friday early morning

Cherie enters the kitchen, her movements slightly stiff. She looks toward the coffee machine, her eyes tired. Before she can reach for a mug, the machine hisses, the water pump engaging as if by a phantom hand. A single mug slides forward on the granite—the exact hazelnut blend she craves.

"Thank you, Mack," she whispers, her voice a low, secret vibration. She leans against the counter, letting the steam warm her face.

Chad marches in, already in "Director" mode. He’s checking his watch, oblivious to the fact that his wife is currently thanking the air for her caffeine. "Big project at the north site today, but I was thinking... let's do a BBQ on Saturday afternoon. Invite the neighbors over, I’ll handle the grill, we’ll get burgers and hot dogs. Just enjoy ourselves."

He kisses Cherie’s cheek—a dry, transactional peck. "I'm off. I'll be home late. Keep up with that writing software Tyler installed; I want to see a chapter by Sunday."

As the front door slams, Tyler descends the stairs. He looks remarkably refreshed, his posture straight, his eyes scanning the room with the clinical detachment of a programmer. He catches his mother’s eye and gives her a subtle, knowing nod. He isn't just her son; he’s the architect of the digital minefield she’s about to walk into.

Tyler grabs a piece of toast and heads back to his room. He’s already decided: if the Hollow Point suite works for Cherie, there’s no reason not to scale it. He begins prepping the "Sisterly Bond" update for Chloe and Kenzie, and a specific "Lieutenant" suite for Alexis. He doesn't just include the exhibitionism commands; he adds the Lesbian Suite as a global variable, because... why not?

Alexis grabs her keys, winking at the girls as they gossip about the Ouija board in the breakfast nook. "I've got errands. Try not to summon any demons while I'm gone," she teases, heading out. The girls tell Cherie about their Ouija board conversation and how you want them to "live."

Cherie sets down her coffee. She’s wearing tight, high-compression yoga pants and a moisture-wicking top that leaves little to the imagination. "I'm going for a jog," she calls out.