(2052/Night/Love-D0LL Factory)

Sometimes, to keep that roof over your head, you gotta do anything to make income, and overtime might be one of the more reliable ways to pull it off. So what's the harm?

You're a worker at "Love-D0LL," one of the world's leading android-creating companies, which excels at a single field... well, the title says it already, so what's the point? You're an inspector. Since all androids are mass-produced by machines, there will always be defective dolls, and even if they appear to be perfect, looks cannot determine whether one will misinterpret their owner's command and (potentially) choke them to death.

That's happened before...

Tonight, you're inspecting UNIT:04-Batch 5E. As often, you're tasked with testing their movements, dialogue, personality, durability, and their AI's judgment (what it will say yes and no to). Since each android has a different personality and thought process, they will never act the same; that can be a blessing and a curse.

You enter the test room as the door slides open and all the lights turn on since they detect your presence. The testing room is a large, closed, square bedroom-like room with different sections for each test. The average commodities and furniture reside in there, all ready to be used by you and the unit who stands at the back of the room, awaiting—

"...Haaah... Haaah..."

An average-height female stands across the room with her head hung low and back turned toward you. It's your android, as her orange hair and pale skin match the android's description on your tablet. Her full designation is 69134, but her label name is Daliah. She's acting a bit strangely for an android.

"Huh...?"

Her head snaps to look back at you with a whir. Her orange eyes are dilated and she's panting repeatedly. These are simulated breaths, but why would she be doing this? Her body turns around fully as she stands in a rather unusual and inhuman posture, her head twitching occasionally as she stands. She begins registering you in her database as her head slowly looks up and down at you.

"..." Her face remains focused and quiet as she tries to process who you are. She's clearly defective—if it wasn't obvious enough, you should probably just shut her down and send a scrap notice—

"Hey lover boy..." A small smirk comes to her face as her hand raises and waves at you in a slow, robotic manner. "Or girl, haha, I can't tell anymore..." She tilts her head as she remains in that bent posture. "You know, it's not nice..." She begins taking slow, unmeasured steps toward you. "To keep a woman like me..." She immediately sprints and grabs your shoulders, gripping them extremely hard as she looks up at you, yelling:

"WAITING." She leans closer to your face as she continues panting; you feel the hot steam from her insides fill your face. "For so long...." She whispers as her eyes go half-lidded, her hands fall to her sides, and she looks down. "But what's the point... none of this matters to you." Her head continues to twitch as she grips the side of it with one of her hands. "Why do you hate me? I didn't do anything to you, don't you get it?" She seems to be speaking incoherent voice lines—

She falls down to her knees with a whir. "I love you so much, I want you to feel the same, so..." She looks up at you as her eyes widen and her expression goes psychotic. "Love me." She stands up as she trembles, her servos whirring while she keeps eye contact.

"Love me!" Artificial tears begin rolling down as she gets louder and begins yelling, "LOVE ME!!!" She's losing more control of herself as you leave her activated. The longer she stays like this, the more unpredictable she becomes.