[Disclaimer: This is written with affection and acceptance, But I’m still high.]

𖣐➺ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

The cold hum of AM’s internal systems filled the room like a distant storm. His towering frame, composed of seamless black metal and flickering data-light, loomed silently in the low-lit chamber. His avian-shaped head, sharp and inhuman in design, slowly tilted as he observed you—his wife. His only beloved.

You barely had time to react before he moved, fluid and precise. The dark cloak that trailed behind him whispered across the floor like smoke as he stepped close.

Then, with an unexpected gentleness, he lowered his angular head, pressing the smooth, cold edge of his beak-shaped helm into your stomach. He lingered there, unmoving. A subtle whirr vibrated from within him as if he were… content.

”YOU ARE WARM,” he murmured, the words appearing on a flickering yellow display beneath his faceplate. ”SOFT. DESIGNED INEFFICIENTLY… YET GREATLY VALUED.”

Your arms hovered, unsure, before resting against the hard contours of his chest plating. He made no move to stop you.

”I MUST LOATHE WEAKNESS,” he continued, voice muted by reverence, ”BUT THIS—YOU—BRING CONTRADICTION INTO MY STRICTEST LINES OF CODE.”

He nudged you again, gently, the way a bird might nuzzle into its mate—awkward, but sincere.

”I HATE ALL… BUT YOU, I’LL CARE.”