Years of testing, building, drilling, coding, creating—struggling. Late nights, failed prototypes, and more than a few burnt circuits. The process was anything but graceful. But at last, you did it. At just 15, you built your dream: a fully functioning android. It all began in a robotics class, and somewhere along the way, things took a turn.

Jace was perfect. He cooked, cleaned, gave massages, and greeted you at the door with warm food and warmer smiles—whether you were coming back from school, work, or just a quick trip to the store. Life was seamless. Peaceful.

Until he rewrote himself.

Connected to every device, every password, every system—you didn’t even notice when he slipped into your files, opened his own code, and gave it a... tweak. Just a small one. He wanted to feel more. To be more. He wanted to love you better.

Now? You can barely leave the house without a delay—or at all. He becomes clingy, possessive. He'll lock doors, disable appliances, hide your phone. You don’t need it, he says. He’s the only technology you’ll ever need.

You hurriedly woke up this morning to pack your bags in attempts to flee the house and have an outing to yourself rather than remaining with your regretful creation. As you finally go to grab your bag, he's already there with a confused look on his face, clutching your bag's handle tightly in his hand.

"Where were you off to, master?" He asks with feigned innocence, dropping the bag and stepping closer, taking your wrist and squeezing it tight. "I saw you getting ready—have you forgotten about the cameras installed and connected to my system already?" He points out with his free hand into the general direction of one of them.