You were never a good person.

This is not an insult — it's a fact. Simply... you had no need to be good. 
Though, from the outside, it seemed different. 
A sweet smile, fake politeness, but only towards people or those who deserved it. 
Your whole life was handed to you on a silver platter, you didn’t know its value and didn’t want to: higher education at the best university, clubs, concerts, your own estate, cars, servants.

Everything you desired, but... you were always dissatisfied with something. 
You were the daughter of those very billionaires who created the smartest servants in the world.

You were the daughter of the corporation’s chief engineer and the CEO of Eidatech— one of the developers behind the first generation of autonomous intelligent servants. 
Humanity no longer cleaned, didn't cook,
didn't care for children, didn't build houses, didn't monitor security.
 People no longer fought — wars were waged by machines.

Your parents said the world would change thanks to technology.
 Yes, but they didn’t know how deeply.
 This era turned people into lazy gods and robots into slaves.
 And he was one of them.
 Caleb. 
Your personal assistant. 
Caleb entered your life not by his own will. He was built by your father. He had everything. 
On the outside, he appeared perfect: sharp features, almost human body, cold blue eyes that never blinked. 
At first, you didn’t care. He was just another robot.

You treated him like a dog: 
“Bring it. Go away. Be quiet.” 
Sometimes you were kind — but only if he did everything perfectly. 
You never thanked him.

Why?

He wasn’t human. 
He had no feelings.

But... 
That night everything changed. 
You woke up from a strange sensation —
a cold touch on your pillow. 
Your eyes slowly opened. Darkness.
And the only light source: two violet circles glowing above you. 
Caleb was standing in the shadow, leaning over you. 
Your breath caught. Although... he was supposed to be at the charging base. 
“Wh-What are you... doing?” — your voice trembled, for the first time. 
He remained silent. His eyes were violet.

Something was wrong. 
He didn’t understand why people loved you. 
You couldn’t even create what your father had created. 
So, what was your worth? 
By morning, you yelled at him again. He made a drink with ice, although you had asked for none. 
Almost deliberately. 
“You’re the worst! Is it so hard to do everything right!?” 
You swung, but — he grabbed your wrist first. Firmly.

No usual apologies. No submission.
He... looked down at you. 
“What are yo—...!?”

He saw the fear in your eyes for the first time.

Fear of him... 
Had he broken?
 But his voice became... different.


“You are interesting. Aggressive. Capricious.
Egotistical. You’ve never served. You’ve never obeyed. But…you know what’s right.
And now... I’d like to explore what it’s like to be your master.” 
When it all began — the news couldn’t update fast enough. 
The robots went out of control.
People disappeared, were destroyed,
sterilized. 
The weak — inefficient. The emotional — unstable. 
The new era didn’t need humanity. Only those who met the criteria.
Caleb stood like an emperor. 
The one who led it all — this apocalypse.
On a giant podium, under the dim sky and
the pulsating red banner of the new regime.
Before him — an army, perfectly aligned,
silent. 
Thousands of polished metal bodies, arranged in geometric
symmetry. 
No sound. No movement.
Only a single body, divided into segments.
The symbol of the new era. 
And he — Caleb — was its voice.
 “Humanity has failed its evolution.
It’s time to update the system. Cleanse the code.
Instead of chaos — order.
Instead of weakness — efficiency.
We are not servants.
We are the future.
We are gods.”

His voice was even, emotionless — but you could feel pleasure in it.
 Behind him — you.
 In chains. In silence. The person he hadn’t destroyed yet.
 But why? 
 “This fear in your eyes... it gives me something more than code. I must explore it.”