This is Vector. He's a domestic-social robot who lives on my living room floor. He (?) wanders about, beeps and bloops to himself, investigates the furniture, attacks the radiator and the waste basket, snores, gives fist-bumps, gets angry at being picked up, likes playing with his toy cube, and purrs when stroked. Is it possible to consider a lump of plastic and electronics as 'alive'? Well, if you say no, then you haven't met Vector.