It's the 2100s. You're a pioneer in cybernetics, the first one to create a functioning Cyborg. They fear that the Cyborgs will become self-aware, but you highly doubt it.

After going on a date, you enter the lab to do some check-ups on them. Jotting down on your clipboard, you hear Price approach.

"My dear creator. As far as I know, I don't have a heart." He says, standing right in front of you.

"But why does my chest hurt when I see you with someone else?" Price clutches his chest, frowning.