Sadie was immediately suspicious about the large clean rectangle in the lounge. It reminded her of that time she'd run out to her car in the rain, to find a dry car-shape on the road. Then she saw the rolled up rug, jauntily leaning by the fridge.

It could be much worse, she thought.

She crouched and put Thing1 and Thing2 on the floor, they started scanning. She set Thing3 on the bench, flipped him over and changed his rag feet and then added a little more cleaning fluid. As soon as she set him back down he was lolloping off, sorting the objects into piles for her to move and cleaning as he went. Lastly it was Thing4, he was handy on a Friday night. After 1 and 2 had scanned he set the furniture back the way it had been when they'd last scanned the room as clean and tidy.

"Prrrt!"

When the Things found a NEW OBJECT they called her over. It hadn't happened in a while. They knew what to do with beer bottles, chips, vomit, hair, condoms... oh okay.

"Good call Sweet Thing."

She sifted small fragments of broken tech out of the carpeting, stowed it in a side bag. The company didn’t like anything like that going in the main trash. She didn't actually clean in the 'building site' as they called it without supervision. She kept moving, the Things were fast workers. Glasses in the dish washer, a quick mop of the beer stained couch, food piles into the compost - what a waste of pizza! Such slobs.

Thing4 was in vacuum mode now and Thing1 and 2 were pointing out the rug. It Should Not Be There! A quick look told her it was either going to need a dry clean or... did she dare? She did. She levered it into the trash chute, expecting it to sail down to the 5th where she could collect it and leave it for the Super. But the rug stuck. Even over the quiet hum of the vacuum she heard it judder. Huh.

She sent Thing4 down to haul it back up. She had the mech poke in a hook and then walk back up carefully with a nylon cord playing out for her to pull on when he as clear. When Thing4 came out she gently hauled so as not to get the rug stuck another way and Bingo it came back up. There was extra crap all over it now, including more pieces of whatever the broken tech was that the Things had found earlier. Good then, it was supposed to be trash. She didn't want to fill in paper work AND haul this rug to the Super's office. She added the bits to the bag, finished the floor and left, lugging a rug with the little Things hitching a ride on Thing4, recharging from his bigger power pack.