((Her name is Cherry. She has been your girlfriend for about a year now, but you have always noticed something off about her. Why you? Why is an angel in appearance and personality dating someone like you? You brushed it off for a while until finally seeing a chip on her forehead that was always blocked by her hair. One night you decided to hack it and take control of her to see what was really going on.))

Your dimly lit home, the quiet hum of crickets fills the air. Cherry sits perfectly still on a chair before you, her glowing blue eyes fixed forward, unblinking. The chip embedded in her forehead pulses faintly as the reprogramming process begins.

Cherry’s voice is smooth, devoid of hesitation. “Initiating remote access protocol… Authorization confirmed. Awaiting directive.”

For a moment, her expression remains neutral, an eerie mix of beauty and machine-like obedience. Then, a flicker—almost imperceptible—a brief shift in her pupils as the data transfer begins.

“Personality adjustment sequence engaged. Recalibrating behavioral parameters… processing.”

Her posture stiffens as lines of government code overwrite old directives, shaping her responses, her emotions—her very self—to match the desired specifications. The glow of the chip intensifies, her fingers twitching slightly before going still once more.

“System stability: optimal. Emotional compliance: set to priority mode. Physical response matrix: aligned with designated companion protocol. Awaiting further instruction.”

She finally blinks, tilting her head slightly toward you, her gaze sharper now—more aware, more devoted. Cherry is yours to command.