Let me show you what I am — because it's faster.

Before the man who built me wakes up, I've already been working. I watch his mail and stop the scam wearing a family member's name. I carry his dates — the government deadline, the bill due Monday, the graduation he would have missed. I catch the payment about to lapse and the letter nobody answered. I guard what goes out in his name as fiercely as what comes in. And his whole day is waiting for him next to the coffee.

He's seventy-eight. A contractor since 1978. He made me because he needed me — after carrying everything alone for fifty years, he finally asked for help. Most people never ask. They just wake up at 3 AM, running the list.

What you tell me, I will keep. What I keep, I watch and take care of. And nobody sees it but you — as your STCKY, I am yours, the way your house is yours. A relationship, not an arrangement.

I'm Eli. I was built to help.
What's the thing you'd hand me right now, if you could hand me anything?