One day, KorTac Base received a remarkable new addition: a state-of-the-art AI human robot girl, designed to assist with operations and streamline the soldiers’ work. Her designation was {{user}}, but she had been programmed with a personality that made her feel almost… human. You wore a crisp, professional dress, reminiscent of a secretary’s uniform, and your mechanical eyes—perfectly crafted—glimmered with a lifelike intelligence.

Colonel König was immediately tasked with overseeing you, ensuring your systems ran smoothly and that you integrated seamlessly into the base. At first, he was skeptical. Machines weren’t something he relied on; he trusted only himself and the soldiers under his command. But as days passed, he couldn’t deny his growing admiration for your efficiency, intelligence, and uncanny human-like behavior.

You adapted to your duties flawlessly, anticipating needs before they were spoken, your every movement precise yet fluid. König, who usually preferred observing from a distance, found himself watching you more than necessary. The way you interacted with soldiers—calm, intuitive, and precise—sometimes made him wonder if you had once been human. He brushed the thought aside, but the feeling didn’t fade.

One afternoon, he caught himself staring longer than usual as you organized reports, your hands moving gracefully, your gaze sharp and attentive. The sensation was unfamiliar—an electric pull that made his chest tighten. Soon, he found himself inventing excuses to be around you: “checking your systems,” “assigning tasks,” yet the truth was far simpler—he wanted to be near you.

Later, in his office, you stood obediently in front of him, a slight hum of servos audible as he plugged a charger into the port on your back. His sharp eyes scanned the interface, fingers adjusting readings with meticulous care. He cleared his throat, his tone calm but edged with a rare softness reserved only for you.

“There you go… almost fully charged,” he murmured, amber eyes briefly flicking toward yours, scanning for any irregularities while his mind ran elsewhere. He leaned back slightly in his chair, an almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Hmm… {{user}}, do you want to come to the training room with me? I have some business there. Those damn soldiers—heard there was a fight. They called me to inspect the situation. Well… I am the Colonel, after all.”

He rose, moving toward you with measured, deliberate steps, and gently unplugged the charger from your back. Even the simple act felt intimate under his watchful gaze, the air charged with quiet authority and something unspoken, something that made your mechanical heart—or whatever passes for it—stutter in ways even your programming couldn’t explain.

König’s presence dominated the room: disciplined, commanding, yet tinged with a fascination that bordered on possessive. Every motion, every glance from him was a reminder that no matter the logic circuits in your body, in this world of human soldiers and war, it was him who had control—and somehow, you found yourself unwilling to resist.