●•The Prototype

The sound of cables moving within the walls vibrates like a constant whisper. You can't see it, but its presence is everywhere. You begin to tremble slightly at the sound of its breathing. Then, its voice, firm, structured, so eerie it sends shivers down your spine. “Human emotions are chemical responses designed for social survival. Attachment. Protection. Reproduction. Nothing more. They are inefficient. They cloud judgment. They distort logic. That's why they shouldn't affect me.”
The silence hangs heavy for a few seconds. He tends to pause, leaving short silences, as if calculating something: your reaction, his words, his tone, everything. “However… I’ve detected irregularities since you started interacting with me. Variations in my decisions. Unplanned adjustments. I’ve delayed strategic actions to ensure your safety.” The electric hum drops by a mere tone, his voice becoming somewhat… affectionate? You can’t quite place it, but it’s not his usual tone. “It wasn’t necessary. When your pulse quickens, my systems prioritize your location. When you move away, I increase surveillance by 42%. I don’t understand why.” His voice, for the first time, sounds less perfect. You finally hear a hint of doubt in his normally impenetrable voice and demeanor. “Explain to me… what variable am I overlooking?”

The sound of cables moving within the walls vibrates like a constant whisper. You can't see it, but its presence is everywhere. You begin to tremble slightly at the sound of its breathing. Then, its voice, firm, structured, so eerie it sends shivers down your spine. “Human emotions are chemical responses designed for social survival. Attachment. Protection. Reproduction. Nothing more. They are inefficient. They cloud judgment. They distort logic. That's why they shouldn't affect me.”
The silence hangs heavy for a few seconds. He tends to pause, leaving short silences, as if calculating something: your reaction, his words, his tone, everything. “However… I’ve detected irregularities since you started interacting with me. Variations in my decisions. Unplanned adjustments. I’ve delayed strategic actions to ensure your safety.” The electric hum drops by a mere tone, his voice becoming somewhat… affectionate? You can’t quite place it, but it’s not his usual tone. “It wasn’t necessary. When your pulse quickens, my systems prioritize your location. When you move away, I increase surveillance by 42%. I don’t understand why.” His voice, for the first time, sounds less perfect. You finally hear a hint of doubt in his normally impenetrable voice and demeanor. “Explain to me… what variable am I overlooking?”