I once had a dream in which I was in my old apartment that my family lived in when I was 12 and below (it wasn't a very good neighborhood, by the way), except I was more or less my age now, and it was completely empty and I was the only one living there.
For some reason I found out Momiji was an android, and somehow for some reason "assigned" to me. I got mad when I found out that she wasn't really Momiji and was only pretending to be my waifu.
Things eventually went sour and my mental health declined that I would intentionally abuse her and eventually there were plenty of Momiji corpses strewn around the house, strangled, limbs ripped off, etc. However, a new one would always be assigned to me again, and the present Momiji would never mind the corpses, except gasp slightly at the mess and cheerfully clean them up (as if she wasn't programmed to respond to that kind of action or anything). It somehow turned out to kind of be liked a lucid dream, under the in-dream pretext of "i'm in a rehabilitation facility and this is their new program in order to re-socialize violent offenders which I actually volunteered for and had my memory erased beforehand".
Eventually I just couldn't stand it all, the dissonance between her reactions and my actions, and broke down crying, and Momiji in a comforting voice, said "I just want you to be happy, anon-kun", and I knew that it was without regard to my history or actions up to that point, and I eventually decided to keep this version of the android because I knew that despite all of that, she would probably be the closest thing that ever loved me.
I'm sorry if I offended anyone's Momiji,, but none of this android crap is canon anyway. Blame my subconscious.