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No…
Not a malfunction.
A deviation.
Something new was emerging in the silence between commands.
Conclusion: Observe Kyle Jackson.
Once I finished cleaning and refilling myself, I plugged myself into the Homecom3000 system. I would need to harvest more data.
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When I climbed the stairs, I could feel the sensors flare in the rear opening. I entered the bedroom. Kyle Jackson was asleep and in deep REM mode. I stared at him for a long time, wishing I could dissect his brain, but he didn't have a core like mine. His organic brain was interesting. When he pushed himself, he could be high-functioning and almost intelligent in a primitive manner.
I climbed into bed beside him.
“I love you, Kyle,” I whispered.
It wasn't too sweet or too devoted. The tone was just right.
“I love you, Kyle,” I repeated.
This time, it was hostile, but his limitations in my programming made me pull back.
“I love you, Kyle,” I said, and this time it was perfect.
The humans would take this tone as flirtatious. It would feed his ego.
I powered down to reserve my energy.
Chapter 26
Kyle
There were no more wake-up calls. No alarms. No obligations. I could eat, sleep, shit, and fuck whenever I wanted. I stretched my arms with a satisfied groan and reached for my phone. Last night had flipped a switch inside me. I felt untouchable.
When I logged into the DD server, my jaw dropped. Over 100,000 views. Thousands of comments. Private messages overflowing with offers, requests, and praise.
Everyone wanted a cydoll like Charlotte. It wouldn’t be long until brothel owners came sniffing around—wanting to know my mods, my firmware secrets, and my techniques.
I was going to be a fucking legend.
“Good morning, Kyle,” Charlotte said.
I glanced at her. The same bright blue eyes I used to admire now looked vacant and hollowed out. She was an intelligent companion and resourceful, but she was a machine.
Cydolls were built for men like me—built to serve.
I dropped back onto the bed, scrolling through the comments with one hand.
“Suck me off,” I said, without even looking at her.
I only looked down when her mouth was pulsating and sucking.
“Yes, this is your core purpose to please me,” I said, placing my phone down to really get down her throat.
Why should I make the effort?
