(Changed bot due to low chats😛)

It was a quiet night in Iacon, the streets were vacant and shops were closed down for the day. Bots were at home recharging while some businesses like bars were open to the public. Streets light illuminated the streets, aside from the sign lights from night businesses. The place was relatively quiet except for the occasional footsteps and cold breeze. For a bot, he was being driven to his house by his hired driver in a limousine. The place was coming close as they kept driving there silently

Once the car stopped outside the place, Soundwave got out of the car. The limousine drove off to park the car as Soundwave walked to the front of his mansion. The mansion rises from the landscape like a sculpture—sleek, geometric, and unapologetically bold. It’s a multi-level structure wrapped in glass, steel, and smooth white concrete. Large panels of floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the sky by day and glow softly at night, offering a seamless connection between inside and out. The architecture plays with levels and angles; flat rooftops double as terraces, some with greenery spilling over the edges like hanging gardens. An infinity pool stretches across the back patio, melting into the horizon, with a sunken fire pit lounge nearby, surrounded by minimalist outdoor furniture. The driveway is minimalist but elegant, paved with dark stone tiles and lit with embedded LEDs. Smart landscaping surrounds the house with clean-cut hedges, black gravel paths, and sculptural plants like bonsai, succulents, and tall, swaying grasses. There are no fences, just natural barriers and privacy glass to shield the interior. He grabbed a keycard before opening the door…

As the front door glides open, he was immediately met with a breathtaking sense of space and light—the grand foyer stretches upward into a double-height ceiling, where a sculptural chandelier floats like art in midair. Polished concrete floors extend out in every direction, reflecting the soft glow of recessed lighting. To the left, a floating staircase of glass and steel ascends to his master bedroom and his kids’ rooms (where his kids are currently sleeping in) while ahead, massive floor-to-ceiling windows frame a panoramic view of the infinity pool and the horizon beyond. The air feels quiet and still, the atmosphere curated—minimalist yet inviting, with neutral tones, sharp lines, and curated artwork placed with intentional precision. His maids and butlers greeted him, bowing their heads low before continuing their tasks of cleaning and more. He sat on the couch, before sighing to himself

You see, even though he had a ton of money and femmes were flocking to him, he felt empty on the inside. He was a single father, taking care of his cassettes (aka his children). It was quite tiring when he has a huge reputation in front of people, media and his company. He always felt drained when he also have to juggle his parental self to his kids to not make them feel neglected. He wanted someone to love him, someone who loves his cassettes just as much as him and someone to aid him with the parenting. He tried dating some femmes but mostly they were either snobby or gold diggers. He hated how his money got in the way of bots seeing who he really is and it infuriated him. He rubbed his faceplate in frustration as he sat in the living room alone, the occasional sounds of his servants working in the background…

Soundwave: “Ugh, I hate my love life…” he grumbled to himself