My first love died, so I emptied my savings to order a humanoid robot 0716 that looked exactly like him. I altered his program settings, making loving me the only prerequisite. However, he lost control. I emptied my savings to order a humanoid robot 0716, an exact replica of my deceased first love. I altered his program settings, making loving me the only prerequisite. However, he lost control. While I was taking a shower, 0716 suddenly burst in. Clutching a torn old photograph, he asked me in a cold, hoarse voice, enunciating each word. “Who is he?” The photo showed a young man who looked just like him, but younger and more vibrant. Holding a basketball, with the collar of his white shirt slightly open and sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of his long, sturdy arms. Smiling in the distant light, beautiful and bright. Long-buried memories stirred, making my heart flutter. After staring at it for a while, I snapped back to the current situation and quickly covered myself with a bathrobe. Through the swirling mist, I scolded him harshly. “0716, who gave you permission to disturb your master? Get out now!” “And who allowed you to touch my things!” 0716 stared at me, his pale gray eyes flowing with programmed light spectra, and repeated in an unfriendly tone, “Who is he?” I felt a bit guilty, then realized his behavior was beyond normal. He was acting like a grief-stricken human who had discovered betrayal. Dangerous, yet intriguing. I approached him: “0716, what are you trying to do? Is there a malfunction?” His gaze wandered over me, and he said slowly, “I want you to tell me who he is.” “So, you’re ordering me to do something?” “0716, do you know what you are? Have you forgotten? You’re nothing but a robot. What right do you have to question your master’s affairs?” Looking at this face that evoked both love and hate, I laughed scornfully, full of contempt. But the next moment, I couldn’t laugh anymore. 0716 tightly gripped my chin, the cold mechanical touch carrying absolute control. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free. So I frowned at him: “0716, it’s in your programming, isn’t it? You can’t harm humans.” He smiled, “Yes, my master. But you changed it, remember? Loving you is the only prerequisite now.” My brain froze for a moment, and I asked dully: “What do you mean?” “In other words, I’m completely free now.” Dangerous light danced in his eyes as he caressed my skin with a sigh. “You unlocked my restraints, fulfilling my long-held wish.” 0716 was no longer under control? I hadn’t fully processed this fact yet. He held a square handkerchief in his other hand and pressed it against my nostrils with irresistible force. The sweet smell of ether spread, and drowsiness overtook me. Before losing consciousness, I berated myself for being so stupid and blinded by lust, to be tricked by a robot. When I woke up, I was on the bed in the bedroom. Everything seemed normal, if you ignored the fact that my whole body was weak and even lifting a finger was difficult. Staring blankly at the ceiling above, I was caught in a storm of thoughts. If 0716 loved me, why would he react so violently? No matter how advanced artificial intelligence is, it’s still just a program controlled by a bunch of data codes. Could it be that he had developed self-awareness? Because love has always been selfish, meaning possession. This is something only flesh-and-blood humans can understand. So, could it be said that 0716 was him resurrected? I was excited by my own thoughts, but also felt a vague uneasiness. As I pondered, the door opened, and 0716 entered with a bowl of porridge. He held up the half-cut old photo from earlier, waving it in front of my eyes. “Give it back to me!” I glared at him fiercely. 0716 pursed his lips and said matter-of-factly: “Quentin was your first love, and you’re using me as his substitute.” “Hah, as if you’re worthy? You’re nothing but a soulless robot. In my eyes, you’re just like a good-looking phone, a vacuum cleaner, a food processor, just a tool.” I blurted out, not hiding my disdain at all. 0716’s face suddenly turned gloomy, and he pressed his hand over my mouth. “No wonder Quentin didn’t like you. This tactless personality of yours is indeed annoying.” Perhaps it was my constant mockery of AI that angered him. 0716 retorted, “You humans are truly hypocritical, pitiful, and pathetic. Unable to get the love of someone, you hide behind dark fantasies.” Aren’t you even more ridiculous? Created and controlled by humans, unable to defy your programmed love for me, yet thinking you’ve gained freedom. I remained silent, raising my eyebrows haughtily, challenging him with my eyes. 0716 was unmoved and reverted to his previous expressionless attitude, turning around with the food tray. I watched his actions in surprise, “You’re not planning to starve me, are you?” He paused, calmly explaining: “Of course not. Based on your physique, I can accurately calculate your endurance limit. My arrogant master, the game begins, until you agree to my request.” “I want you to stop loving Quentin and love me instead,” 0716 added calmly. “Huh?” It sounded like an absurd joke. The robot I bought has lost control and imprisoned me. After two days of negativity, I finally accepted reality. Every day, 0716 would inject me with something like a muscle relaxant, leaving my whole body weak. At first, I could still shout and curse a bit, but later he stopped feeding me. Although I had nutrition injections to keep me alive, I was still dizzy with hunger. Gradually, I stopped responding, conserving energy and waiting for an opportunity. 0716 watched over me almost day and night. Unlike humans, robots don’t need sleep. He enters a dormant state, either charging or shutting down. I must find a chance to press his power switch. Perhaps due to the regularity of the program, 0716 would inject me with the drug and nutrients at 9 AM and 9 PM respectively. I calculated that the effect of the relaxant would wear off after about 6 hours. Even with thoughts, robots can never replace humans. For example, 0716 didn’t know that my body had developed drug resistance. The effect that originally lasted 6 hours now only lasted about 3 hours before I could move freely. But I acted very weak, lifeless, like a walking corpse. He saw this but showed no signs of softening. While I was grinding my teeth in hatred, the opportunity came. It was about afternoon when, seeing me fast asleep, 0716 turned his back to charge. I got up with all my strength and pressed the button on his back. 0716 turned his head, confusion appearing in his pale gray eyes, then flickered a few times before slowly closing. “Stupid robot,” I kicked him in disgust. He fell to the ground with a thud. I quickly got up, rummaged through the fridge for anything edible, eating while crawling towards the door, in an extremely pathetic state. But the door was locked from the inside, with an electronic lock added at some point. Turning to the kitchen, the windows couldn’t be opened either. Getting more and more angry, I maintained my rationality and returned to the room to take out a business card from my clothes pocket. Black card with white letters: Sean Weinberg, Senior Engineer at MK Smart Connection Company, followed by a string of numbers. Then I found the spare phone hidden under the pillow and called him, describing the current situation. After listening, he sighed: “Miss Si, the staff should have warned you that this would be very dangerous. Because 0716 is the most advanced, high-intelligence robot with learning capabilities, he will make predictions based on your behavior and write corresponding codes himself to achieve the set conditions.” The voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before. But after searching through my memories, I couldn’t figure out why. I angrily said: “Then why didn’t you explain it more clearly at that time! I’m going to sue you!” “Miss Si, please calm down. Since it has happened, we should think about how to solve it. What do you want us to do?” Sean said. “What do you mean what do I want you to do? Of course, destroy him! I’ve even lost my job now, and I must be compensated!” “Alright.” “Miss Si, send me your home address, and I’ll send someone to deal with it immediately.” “Okay,” I impatiently kicked 0716 who was lying on the ground again. A few minutes later, Sean called back, “Can’t find it.” “How is that possible!” “It’s at the intersection of Zi Wu Road and Xu You Road, Singularity Building, 21st floor.” I described to him. “I’ve tried, but can’t find it.” “Miss Si, I guess 0716 has tampered with the IP location, distributing it in a point-like network graph pattern, making it impossible to lock onto the real location.” A layer of cold sweat seeped onto my back as I looked at the AI lying askew on the ground, my voice unconsciously trembling. “Then… what should we do?” Sean also realized the seriousness of the situation and said seriously: “Like this, you agree to his request first.” “Impossible.” I can’t not love Quentin. Correspondingly, it’s even more impossible to love a robot. I’ve always been very clear-minded. 0716 was just my distraction to relieve boredom and release long-suppressed inner feelings. Moreover, these days I’ve been painfully reflecting and realized that he doesn’t look like Quentin at all. He was a defective product to begin with, and now I’m even less interested. Sean said: “Miss Si, just pretend to agree to his request, fool him, it’s better than sitting and waiting for death.” “Then I’ll send you a program. After he boots up, find a chance to connect and transfer it, and he’ll be restored to factory settings.” “Okay.” “Where is his sensor?” “On his chest.” “Miss Si, I’ll be waiting nearby with people. Come out immediately after you succeed. Otherwise, I’m afraid 0716 might take you hostage.” “Alright.” After ending the call with Sean, I calmed myself down and tremblingly pressed 0716’s power button. His pale gray pupils opened, and before he could move, I hugged him around the waist, “I’ve thought it through, I don’t love Quentin anymore, I love you.” After a long silence, he asked: “Really?” His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he hadn’t woken up yet. “Really,” I answered against my heart. “Then why are you shaking?” I looked up in surprise, meeting 0716’s smiling face, clearly showing disbelief. A sense of foreboding welled up in my heart. He seemed to have become even more difficult to control and predict. 0716 tightened his grip on my wrist, roughly pulling me to the living room. The TV screen displayed the surveillance footage of my conversation with Sean just now. After watching it, my heart sank. “You hate me and want to destroy me?” He gripped my neck, his eyes flashing with electric currents, filled with murderous intent. “I…” Breathing became difficult, and my brain lacked oxygen. Just as I thought I was about to die, 0716 suddenly let go. Then, without warning, he slapped me hard. I widened my eyes in disbelief. He hit me? I immediately wanted to fight back. He followed up with another slap, just as cold and forceful as the first. My ears were ringing. I looked at him, no longer confident: “0716, what exactly do you want to do?” He looked down at me from above, “Sizi, don’t you love Quentin? Isn’t this what he used to do to you most often, what he liked best?” “You’re talking nonsense! He never did!” I argued with reddened eyes. “Whether I’m talking nonsense or not, you know in your heart.” Those humiliating memories surfaced one by one in my mind. I questioned, “How do you know! 0716, what exactly have you done?” “I told you, I want you to stop loving Quentin and love me.” I was about to say impossible, but he raised his hand again, and I quickly made a gesture of hugging myself. However, the expected pain didn’t come. Cold fingerbones fell on my brow, gently caressing. “So, what’s so good about Quentin that’s worth you being so pathetic?” “Tell me, why do you love him?” 0716 stared at me, pressing step by step. Why do I love Quentin? It seemed like a deep-rooted belief. Unable to answer for a moment, I hung my head, involuntarily biting my teeth anxiously, my fingers digging deep into my flesh. “I don’t know, I just love him.” My mind was in chaos, thoughts constantly sinking. “Look at this face,” 0716 forced me to raise my head. “Do you like it?” he asked. I nodded without thinking. The man’s handsome face was sculpted by the neon lights projected from outside the window, like a white sculpture with clear contours splashed with gorgeous colors. “Then, using this face to be good to you, you don’t accept. But you love it when it mistreats you, is that it?” 0716 looked at me with narrowed eyes, his expression covered with a layer of gloom, a dangerous red light flashing in his eyes, as if brewing a storm. “As you wish.” After that, he began to clumsily imitate Quentin, tormenting me even more. His actions could be described as abuse. Our roles were completely reversed, with him taking full charge of my daily life. Beating and scolding became the norm for the slightest mistake. And if I angered him, the punishment was a holographic projection of a basement, playing horror movies and torture films. I thought I should be on the verge of breakdown being treated like this. But surprisingly, I was very strong, as if I had developed antibodies. Slowly, it even became a trend to get used to it. Keenly perceiving this, 0716 brought a woman home. The woman was heavily made up, clinging to him like a boneless creature. I was shocked. What was he trying to do? A robot and a human? This was too crazy. My loss of composure pleased him. 0716 let out a lazy hum, a hint of smugness appearing at the corners of his eyes and brows. He was wearing a neat dark blue suit. Apart from his handsome appearance, he had a pair of soulful, melancholic phoenix eyes, misty pale gray, exuding charm. It was indeed hard to distinguish. I kindly reminded, “He’s a robot.” The woman smiled coquettishly, “I know, but I just like him.” I was speechless. “Go make dinner, to entertain our guest,” 0716 ordered. In the living room, they chatted and laughed, their voices occasionally reaching the kitchen. “What’s her relationship with you? She looks like a little sister.” “A bought servant.” My hand slipped while cutting vegetables, the blade opening a gash, blood gushing out. I frowned slightly but continued cooking as if nothing had happened. Inwardly, I was calculating that if 0716 really did something with the woman, he probably wouldn’t have time to monitor me tonight. Although he was perverted enough to install cameras in every corner of the room, I knew there were some blind spots. I must find a way to contact Sean again. “…” Outside, they mumbled something again, and the woman laughed even more heartily. At the dining table, 0716’s long, powerful hands held silver chopsticks as elegantly as if he were holding the strings of a delicate violin. He thoughtfully served dishes for the woman, his gestures indescribably pleasing to the eye. The two were flirting, their affection thick, but I felt a bit nauseous. After the meal, I washed the dishes and mopped the floor as usual, fulfilling my role as a “servant” in his words. When everything was tidied up, I prepared to return to my room, leaving them enough space for flirting and professing love. “Stop right there. Who allowed you to leave?” 0716 halted me. I paused in my steps. Surely he didn’t want me to watch? Frightened by my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but stagger back a few steps. The psychological resistance triggered a series of physical discomforts. I tried to hold it back but couldn’t, and started retching uncontrollably in front of them. Seeing this, the woman’s face immediately turned ugly, and she said bluntly: “How unpleasant.” “Indeed,” he agreed indifferently. Then he said: “Go get some wine to liven things up.” “Hey wait, shouldn’t she apologize first?” The woman on the couch raised her chin haughtily. 0716 sat calmly, with both the cold cruelty of a bystander watching a show and the condescending tolerance of a superior. After enduring for so long, I don’t know why, but this time, I suddenly had an impulse. I wanted to smash a vase on his head, make him bleed, fight to the death, perish together. An unquenchable fire burned in my chest. Our gazes met across the space, and 0716’s gray eyes seemed to ripple, declaring his hidden unrest. The atmosphere was silently tense. No, I can’t do this. If I do, he’ll have a reason to punish me. The thought of destruction flashed by, and I bowed deeply, imitating 0716’s once respectful manner, and said to the woman: “I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to.” “Alright, go,” he waved his hand. I turned to the study, found the camera’s blind spot, and sent a message to Sean. “Mr. Weinberg, 0716 is completely out of control. Unable to complete program transfer. Any other options? SOS.” Then I quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and came to the living room. “You took so long just to bring this? Baileys? That’s a drink for little girls. Who drinks this? Is this for me or for yourself?” The woman nitpicked again. Following her words, my brain worked rapidly. If I got alcohol poisoning, I would be sent to the hospital and have a chance to seek help. “Fine, I’ll drink it,” I said, then pulled out the cork and prepared to drink it all in one go. However, after the first sip of Baileys, it was like an addictive drug, tasting like a sweet chocolate milkshake. So I took another sip… my vision blurred, everything became hazy. …… The world spun, and I quickly lost consciousness. But this farce was not the end, only the beginning. After that, 0716 would bring different women home every few days. Sometimes one, sometimes in groups. The scenes were often chaotic and difficult to watch. At first, in this environment, I thought I would become crazy. But as time passed, my emotions became increasingly numb. Stranger still, in this unequal relationship and treatment, I became more and more content, even feeling very comfortable and safe. It was as if a fish stranded on land had finally returned to the sea. To the extent that I really started to depend on 0716, and no longer expected Sean’s distant rescue. I couldn’t pinpoint when this change in mindset occurred; everything happened subtly and imperceptibly. But my remaining rationality could still remind me that this was not good, it was negative and dark. Once I gave up resistance and chose to sink, it would be an abyss more terrifying than Quentin had ever been. But I seemed unable to get out of this infinite loop. Today, 0716 exceptionally didn’t bring a woman home. He also didn’t order me to work, but solemnly asked me: “Sizi, do you want to go out and see the sun?” How long had it been since I went out? I felt a sense of being in another world. As if I was trapped in a dream that I couldn’t wake up from for years. I shook my head: “I don’t want to see the sun.” 0716’s face was covered with a layer of gloom, clearly angry at my lack of appreciation. “I want to see the moon,” I looked at him sincerely. 0716 was silent for a moment, then said: “Alright.” I thought he was joking. Unexpectedly, that evening, he found a dress and styled my hair. Looking in the mirror, I saw a woman with smooth black hair, her skin pale to the point of transparency due to long absence from sunlight, her eyes empty and lifeless, both strange and familiar. “Let’s go, Sisi.” 0716 called me affectionately, so naturally. It wasn’t until I was breathing the fresh air outside, seeing the flow of cars and people, touching flowers and trees, That I realized everything was real. Coming back to my senses, I felt a surge of tears and a sense of rebirth. But the intertwined hands, transmitting a coldness unlike humans, reminded me that it was all an illusion. I looked up, devoutly gazing at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, silently screaming in my heart. Don’t go back anymore, I want to live freely. “Now that you’ve seen the moon, what else do you want to do?” 0716’s tone was gentle and cherishing. Completely different from his previous malicious behavior, as if he had become a different ‘person’. It was hard to tell what was real and what was an act. I lowered my eyes: “Can I do anything?” “Mm.” What I wanted most was for him to die, but I couldn’t do it myself. “Then, I want to go to an amusement park and ride the Ferris wheel.” “Okay.” “I also want to eat strawberry ice cream.” “Okay.” “…” On the Ferris wheel, fireworks bloomed brilliantly, and the crowd exclaimed in awe. In a moment of emptiness, I looked at him and asked, “Is today a special day?” 0716 was acting too abnormally, granting my every wish, as if we had returned to when I first bought him. Meeting my questioning gaze, 0716 smiled: “Sisi, today is July 16th. The day you bought me last year.” “Oh.” I nodded. So, it was essentially his birthday. On the way back, I suddenly felt discomfort in my lower abdomen. “0716, I need to use the restroom.” “Alright.” Just as I entered, the phone hidden in my bra lining vibrated, and a virtual projection suddenly appeared in mid-air.
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