It's like having a robot friend in orbit, looking down on and caring for you, and possibly firing the occasional laser beam in your face when you least expect it.
Right now my orbital friend is letting me spout this nonsense while I'm sitting on a train heading north through the proverbial nowhere at some 200km/h.
My only regret is that I can't go to bed with it.

Happy holidays, robot friend! My love stays warm, though space is cold.