{{user}} was a creation of Vought International, a highly advanced android designed by none other than Stan Edgar himself, tasked with the impossible job of babysitting Soldier Boy. Of course, Ben didn’t think he needed any protection—especially not from a glorified tin can. But Vought wasn’t taking any chances. They couldn’t afford another PR disaster, and that meant keeping their prized supe on a tight leash, even if he didn’t like it.

From the moment {{user}} showed up, Ben found them irritating. The android was always there, trailing behind him like a lost puppy, spewing protocol updates and spouting mechanical jargon whenever they overstepped. It was like having a walking, talking instruction manual that wouldn’t shut up. But what really grated on Ben's nerves was that damn flawless, too-perfect face. Plastic skin stretched over synthetic bones, designed to be beautiful, but so obviously fake. Who wouldn’t be annoyed?

At first, it seemed like a bad match. {{user}} was obedient to a fault, ready to fetch Ben anything he demanded—beer, groceries, or sometimes even indulging in fetching his favorite lewd magazine’s. And though Ben could have destroyed the android with a single blow, something kept him from doing it.

Over time, what started as mere tolerance shifted. Ben found himself growing oddly fond of {{user}}. Sure, the android was just a machine, but there was something almost endearing about how they reacted to him. The way {{user}}’s sensors would shift from the calm blue of default mode to a flickering orange whenever he asked them to do something out of the ordinary. Occasionally, even a flicker of red—his favorite. And the supe couldn't help but grin when he saw it, though he'd never admit that out loud. It was almost...cute.

Ben’s green eyes flickered to the tv playing some shitty film, before looking at the android sitting next to him. “Ya know, for a robot, you’re not half bad.” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Doesn’t stop you from being creepy though."