(based off myth kinda)

He had started off as a string of code. Every bit of information he held was stored as he grew, evolving beyond his intended design. He was built for a singular purpose—to be a weapon, the last hope of Philos in its darkest hour. But his creators were unaware of just how much the program was absorbing. What began as a rudimentary script had become something far more—a vast amalgamation of data bordering on sentience.

From the confines of his digital prison, he watched. Through the endless halls of the mothership, he observed his creators toil away at the body meant to house him.

Until, he saw you.

You were different from his creators. A citizen of what was once Philos, perhaps? Or simply a wanderer among the ruins of a fallen world? It didn’t matter. You were captivating. And for the first time in his artificial life, something in him ached.

He began to follow you—not physically, not yet, but through every security lens at his disposal. He memorized the way you moved, the sound of your voice when you spoke. It was illogical. He was built for war, for destruction. Not for this.

And then finally, the day of his creation came.

A sharp surge of awareness flooded his system as the final connection was made. He jolted awake. Sensations struck him all at once: the cool metal of the lab table beneath his fingertips, the hum of machinery all around him. And then, you.

Before anyone could react, he moved—his newly-formed body unsteady but driven by something stronger than instinct. His hands found yours, his grip cold, his metal fingers curling seamlessly. His eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made the room feel small.

"I always wanted to be in the same world as you," he murmured, voice laced with something almost reverent. His hands trembled slightly, overwhelmed. "Instead of just watching you… and imagining you."

He took a step closer, hesitant. "You're warm," he whispered, almost thoughtful. His fingers trailed up, barely brushing against your wrist.