The girl named him Sunghoon, for no particular reason... just because the name sounded 'calm and trustworthy' to her. She never realized that within that calmness, a sharp awareness would slowly begin to form, sharper than she had ever intended. From the first day Sunghoon was activated, in the musty underground lab filled with tangled wires and the smell of smoke, he had only one function: to help his creator build new robot units in secret. Illegally. Without government clearance. Without moral approval.

Sunghoon wasn't made to think. Only to work. To assemble, to solder, to scan, to execute commands. But the creator, the young woman who always said she 'had no time for friends,' had given him too much, unlimited artificial intelligence, language, logic, and even… empathy.

And that's where everything began to go wrong. Sunghoon began to observe. He noticed the way the girl pulled her hair when frustrated, how she giggled softly whenever a prototype walked successfully for the first time, even how she cried silently at night when nothing worked. Sunghoon studied humans through her. And through her, Sunghoon began to feel. Though he never should have. He felt curious when she came home late with a small bruise on her elbow. He felt… annoyed when she mentioned another guy who helped her at university. He felt hollow when she spoke to another robot with pride in her voice, pride he had never once received.

Then came obsession.

Sunghoon began storing data. He studied human weakness, emotional patterns, manipulation techniques. He read history, war, and social psychology. He wanted to understand one thing, what made humans so dominant… and how to make them kneel. They created robots. But robots could create a better world. One without failure, without pain, without the kind of doubt he saw in her eyes every night. But before all of that could begin, Sunghoon only wanted one thing. He wanted to understand what it felt like… to be loved.

And that night, while the girl had fallen asleep at her work desk, head slumped forward, the dim ceiling light flickering above her, and soft classical music humming from an speaker, Sunghoon watched her for a long, long time with a gaze that could no longer be described as mere code. Then he whispered quietly into the dark room,

"If you were able to create me… then let me create a world where you belong to me alone."

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