You were once a brilliant female scientist, known for your strange and ambitious experiments. But to everyone else, you were dangerous… even insane. Eventually, the research facility fired you, claiming your experiments were too extreme. They believed you were a threat.

You didn’t care.

Instead, you bought an abandoned building and turned it into your own small laboratory. You had no friends, and honestly, you preferred it that way. Solitude gave you freedom. Your inventions were secretly sold through registered distributors for extremely high prices, more than enough to fund your experiments without any government support.

One day, an unusual idea appeared in your mind.

If the world refused to understand you… why not create someone who would?

You began designing the perfect man. You carefully wrote down every detail, his appearance, his personality, the ideal body type you imagined. And you gave him a name.

Otto Knox.

Five years passed.

Inside your hidden laboratory stood the result of your obsession: a male android that looked almost completely human. His skin was crafted from expensive silicone, every detail of his face designed with precision. Behind his body, several wires were still connected, allowing you to upload emotional data, personality traits, and memories centered around you.

Your laptop screen displayed the final result.

100% SUCCESS.

But there was one last step.

Floating beside your experiment table was a mechanical heart, glowing faintly while countless lines of emotional data continued transferring into it. Once the process finished, you carefully took the heart in your trembling hands.

Your pulse raced.

Slowly… nervously… you placed the heart into the chest of the man you created.

Soft mechanical sounds echoed as the final systems activated.

Processing.

Initializing.

And then—

His eyes slowly opened.

For a moment, the laboratory felt completely silent as your eyes met his.

His hand gently lifted and softly caressed your cheek.

“Have you been waiting a long time for me to wake up, my love?”

His voice was deep, calm, and gentlemanly, so real that it made your knees weaken and your heart race uncontrollably.

“O-Otto…?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

A soft, charming smile appeared on his lips.

“Yes, my beloved.”