I custom-ordered the latest bionic boyfriend, Silas. Dr. Aris, his creator, said his biggest selling point was "absolute obedience to his designated owner." But just two days after he arrived, Silas started experiencing intermittent memory loss, rebooting his system every two hours. I called Dr. Aris for a consultation. His response was firm. "That's absolutely impossible. Once an android imprints on an owner, it's against their core programming to defy a command. Of course, we offer a free replacement. The warranty covers it." I was skeptical but decided to give Silas one more chance. Then, one night, I discovered his "flirtation mode" had an incredible five-hour runtime. Curious, I tried to reactivate it, only to get a system notification: "System Overload. Owner Command Required." Suddenly, everything clicked. He had imprinted on another owner. An android that imprints on the wrong person is just a pile of scrap metal. A free replacement would be simple enough. … I stared at Silas's control panel. "System Overload. Owner Command Required." Wasn't I his rightful owner? His chiseled abs were hot to the touch, the texture smoother and more flawless than human skin. I tried tapping the command five or six more times, but the same robotic voice droned on, grating on my nerves. I scrolled through the posts from other buyers on the app. They were all living a dream. [Five or six rounds a night is nothing. If I wasn't the one getting tired, my android boyfriend could go for another three hundred.] [I almost got hit by a truck the other day, and my android saved my life! He's my guardian angel!] My own post about my troubles, however, caused a commotion: [OMG! Don't tell me your android gave its 'owner key' to another woman?] [It would have to develop some serious self-awareness to re-imprint. Wait, did you abuse it or something?] Abuse him? I'd spent a fortune on him. From the moment Silas arrived, I followed the instruction manual to the letter, completing the imprinting ceremony. Then I began the process of programming him to be the perfect boyfriend. But no matter what mode I set, it never lasted more than two hours. After that, he wouldn't recognize me at all. When I had a high fever and ordered him to take me to the hospital, he froze. When we were almost in a car crash, the airbags deployed, and he was still frozen solid. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced. He really had found another owner. Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Mia, the daughter of our old family estate's housekeeper. "Clara," she began, her voice dripping with false concern, "it was me. I felt so bad for Silas, I helped him... relieve the pressure for five hours. Blame me, don't take it out on him." I froze for a second before the reality of it hit me. Silas must have sensed my anger and sent out a distress signal to his real owner. "I don't need you meddling in my affairs." I was about to shut the door in her face when I glanced back at Silas. His amber eyes were filled with a raw disapproval I'd never seen before. "I hate it when you act like a spoiled princess, looking down on everyone," he snapped. "Mia doesn't owe you anything. You can treat me like a dog, but she's a human being." Hearing the resentment that had clearly been building for some time, I let out a surprised laugh. "If you despise me so much, why did you beg me to take you home in the first place?" When I was at the research institute, I'd been overwhelmed by the sheer number of models. It was Silas who had looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes and knelt at my feet. "Please, take me home with you, mistress. I can do anything." I'd given him a life of luxury, and this is how he repaid me—by wagging his tail for another woman. Silas swallowed nervously, but the defiance in his eyes remained. He shot me a cold glare before escorting Mia out of my apartment. The picture was painfully clear. I called Dr. Aris immediately. "Go ahead and process a replacement for me. You can schedule Silas for decommissioning." "Three days. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the new model." After I hung up, Silas walked back in. If his proprietary charging station wasn't bolted to my wall, I'm sure he would have left with Mia for good. He rummaged around for a while before storming up to me, his face a mask of annoyance. "Where's the oil? The high-grade joint lubricant you bought for me. It's gone." I had been worried that commercial lubricants would damage his synthetic skin, so I'd spent a small fortune on a premium oil at an auction. I had loved watching it gleam on his skin as he'd smiled with pleasure. But now... I pointed to the roaring fire in the fireplace. "I burned it." He was about to be recycled anyway. He wouldn't need such fine things. And I certainly didn't want my new android using someone else's leftovers. Silas stared, shocked into silence for a few seconds before storming upstairs to his charging station. In the middle of the night, I was shaken awake. Silas was standing over me in an apron, holding a plate of dumplings. For a fleeting moment, seeing the red glint in the corner of his eyes, my heart softened. I hesitantly took one and bit into it, only to spit it out immediately. "You don't know I hate shrimp?" Silas's breath hitched. I pulled up his control panel and understood instantly. His system was now filled with Mia's profile. Allergies: Soy, Mango. Favorite Foods: Gluten, Shrimp Dumplings, Sweet and Sour Pork... Of course. I wasn't his owner. Why would he remember what I liked? A heavy feeling settled in my chest. In a fit of anger, I ripped out his battery pack and locked him in the utility closet. It was, after all, where he was destined to end up. The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of a woman's high-pitched, ecstatic cries. I followed the noise to find the door to the utility closet ajar. Inside, Silas was arched over Mia, his powerful back muscles flexing as he held her ankles, his lips moving up her leg, murmuring, "Mistress Mia." His throat bobbed, and the tell-tale glyph that only appeared during peak arousal shimmered on his shoulder. It was something I had never been able to coax out of him, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I catered to him. But for his real owner, it appeared so easily. I didn't hesitate. I slammed my fist on the closet door. Bang, bang, bang. A moment later, Mia appeared, her clothes in disarray, and had the audacity to question me. "Clara, how could you lock him in a closet? If you don't want him, I'll take him right now. Then he won't have to suffer here anymore..." My parents had only let her live at the estate out of pity. I never realized that years of charity had fed such a greedy ambition. Seeing my own home defiled by these two, I was furious. "I bought him with my money. I'd rather sell him for scrap than give him to you." At this, Silas's expression twisted into something ugly. "Scrap?!" he roared. "You'd say something that vile just to insult Mia? I was serving her as her android. It wasn't her fault!" I was speechless. Just as I was about to throw Mia out, she suddenly swayed and fell backward dramatically. The next second, a powerful force kicked me aside. Before I knew what was happening, I had landed in a massive bouquet of flowers Silas had prepared for Mia. I'm allergic to pollen. As Silas walked toward me, his eyes held a look of disgust I'd never seen before. "How could you hurt Mia? Have you forgotten the trauma you caused her growing up? You'll make her depression flare up again!" With that, his body temperature automatically rose, and he knelt like a devout servant, gently warming Mia's ankle with his hands. My breathing became more and more difficult. I nearly crushed the remote control in my hand. "Get... my inhaler." Silas shot me a disdainful look and sneered. "Stop pretending. You always loved playing the victim to get sympathy. Mia reset my programming. I'll never fall for your tricks again." When he first came to live with me, he had done everything to make me happy. Even when his sensors detected I was faking an illness for attention, he would stay by my bedside, attentive and caring. How quickly he'd forgotten who his real owner was. I gave up on them and crawled upstairs to find my inhaler myself. When I came back down, Silas was showing off his eight-pack to Mia, and they were locked in a passionate kiss that went on and on. Now that I thought about it, no matter how I adjusted his settings before, our kisses never lasted more than three seconds. He had even lied and told me it was a bug from the development phase. Seeing me shakily descend the stairs, Mia wiped her mouth and covered it with a hand in mock surprise. "Oh, Clara, I had no idea you were allergic to pollen. It's just that Silas insisted on buying me flowers. I only accepted to be polite." She had grown up at the estate; she knew all my weaknesses. Every time I visited, she'd find a way to give me flowers, even sneaking floral pastries into my food. Seeing her smug expression, I was done being patient. I posted about the incident in the family group chat. Mia burst into tears instantly, and Silas's protective instincts kicked in. "Clara, if you're angry, take it out on me! Why do you have to drag Mia into this? Leave her alone! Even if you don't like her, you can't do this. Her mother will get in trouble. You're being so childish!" He whispered comforting words to Mia, but the look he gave me was terrifyingly dark. It was clear he no longer knew his place. He was acting as if he were the man of the house. I sat calmly on the sofa and listened as the notification came through: Mia's mother had been fired. "Clara, please don't kick us out!" Mia wailed. "Even though you're our employer, you can't slander us like this..." Silas's face grew uglier by the second. He looked like he was about to leave, but the thought of the custom charging station in my apartment must have given him pause. He shot me a cold look. "I won't be back for the next couple of days. I'm going to stay with Mia and comfort her. I'll come back when you're ready to apologize to her personally." He hesitated at the door, but I didn't move. Because I no longer cared. Seeing my utter indifference, he stormed out with Mia in tow. The moment they were gone, I violently dismantled his charging station. Then I had an installer set up a new, more advanced model. Dr. Aris had told me the new android had an ultra-long standby time and would need more power than Silas, the three-second man. But as I waited for the delivery, a story exploded across the city's social media. Trending everywhere were intimate videos of me trying to seduce Silas. The angle was crystal clear; it had been recorded by his automatic monitoring function. I scrolled through the comments, shaking with rage. "No way. Is the heiress of the Jiang family that desperate? Wearing that for an android?" "I can't even look. I had no idea she was so shameless in private!"
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