Every carpet you clean is a real painting.
Scrub the grime off the Mona Lisa. Watch a 500-year-old face surface under your thumb.
Not a texture. Not a pattern. An actual masterpiece — the Mona Lisa, Starry Night, The Great Wave — woven into a rug and buried under years of dirt. Scrub it off, foam the colour back, and squeegee the shine into the drain. There's no timer, no fail state, and nobody shouting at you.
All public domain, from Vermeer to Mondrian. Rugs come rectangular, round, oval — and occasionally as an absurdly wide runner woven from a panorama.
Restoring colour mints glossy essence bubbles, tinted by the exact patch of painting they came from. Plow them into the drain before they fade.
Buy Robo-Buddies by the dozen and they work the rug on their own. They also have eyes — finish a job, put the phone down, and see what they get up to.