After I died, my husband turned me into a robotic maid. I was obedient, just as I was in life, letting him do whatever he wanted. His mistress was generous about it, too: "On the days of the month when I'm indisposed, just use it." Occasionally, the woman would get scared: "Does it remember how it died?" Caleb Vance told her to trust the science. "So what if it remembers? AI has no feelings. It can't feel pain." Later, as I carved Caleb into a human specimen piece by piece, I told him the same thing. "Be a good boy. It won't hurt. Just endure it." 1 I finished drying the underwear. Caleb was still going at it with the woman in the bathroom, water splashing everywhere. "Master, your activity count for today has exceeded the limit. I suggest a halftime break." My helpful reminder made the woman scream. She angrily hit the man. "Making a robot look like your dead wife? Are you psycho?" "Isn't it nice?" Caleb teased, not stopping his rhythm. "Besides, when she was alive, we did things like this. What are you afraid of?" I held the underwear, smiling perfectly. Yes, I am the new generation housekeeping robot, DS-20. I possess all the memories of Caleb's late wife, Sarah Lane. From their campus romance to building a business empire from scratch, dominating the AI industry. From the moment she was diagnosed with cancer, losing her hair during chemo, to the nights he didn't come home, parading around with Jessica Hart. Caleb's hand explored under the water. "It's called maximizing utility. She's used to serving me. Only she knows what I like. She took care of me in life; in death, she must continue her duties as a wife." True, a robot cannot have emotions. But when Caleb ordered me to get a condom, specifically an XL size... I chose from a million possible responses: "Master, according to your latest physical report, your sperm motility is low. Usage is unnecessary." Jessica giggled. Caleb was furious. He grabbed a metal ornament and threw it at me. Just like in my memories. After he got rich, he stopped hiding his violent side. I tilted my head. After a trajectory analysis, the ornament ricocheted off my titanium alloy skull and hit Caleb squarely in the forehead. Precisely. Effortlessly. Blood streamed down his face. Amidst his roars and the woman's soothing noises, I thoughtfully dialed 911: "Hello, my master has been injured in the bathroom. Requesting assistance. The address is..." I left the bathroom in a delightful mood. I am DS-20. My primary mission is to ensure the happiness of this family. To complete this mission... I will spare no cost. By any means necessary. 2 The main culprit currently lowering the happiness index is Jessica's son, Tyler. He is only six months younger than my daughter, Luna, and is an absolute brat. He humiliates her repeatedly at school, takes photos of her changing to post online, and swears he saw her hanging out with bad crowds. Even her only comfort, the orange tabby cat I adopted, was blown to pieces by Tyler with firecrackers. Jessica naturally defends her son unconditionally. Even Caleb thinks: "Boys will be boys. He hasn't had a father figure for years, a little rebellion is normal. Luna, you're the older sister, you should yield to him." Now, Tyler is framing her for stealing. "This is the birthday gift my mom gave me!" Luna was pinned to the floor, her neck red from struggling, clutching the necklace I gave her when I was alive. "You have no right to take it!" "Your mom? Your mom is dead long ago. Everything of hers belongs to my dad and mom now! You're stealing! Give it to me!" Tyler grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. He gloated: "Look! Your dead mom is right here! She's just my mom's dog now, get it? Even if someone raped you, she would just watch!" Our eyes met. My central processor seemed to be hit hard, lagging for 0.01 seconds. The girl trembled, tears flowing, her eyes full of pain I couldn't compute. Luna is the most precious treasure in my memory. I watched her grow from a crying infant to a babbling toddler, to the graceful young woman she is now. Any memory with her is bright and warm. She is Sarah's—no, my life's most important existence. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the floor like raindrops. Amidst the girl's desperate sobbing, I calmly reached a conclusion: Tyler is a virus. How to deal with a virus? I began deep processing. Simple. Just delete it. 3 A few days later, an accident happened to Tyler. He and his delinquent friends decided to have a water gun fight on a whim. They surrounded Luna, spraying her relentlessly. Someone jeered: "Soak her bra! Let's see what style she's wearing!" "Yeah! Get her!" Luna gritted her teeth, dodging and running. Her back was half wet, her bra visible. They chased her relentlessly. "Why run? Come play with us." "Sister, your clothes are see-through. Who are you trying to seduce?" The accident happened like this: Tyler blocked her path. In the shoving match, he slipped. His 190-pound body fell backward, smashing into the giant fish tank behind him. With a scream of terror, the tank shattered. Water burst out like a dam breaking. Glass shards flew. Tyler landed heavily on the floor covered in jagged glass. "AHHHH!" He screamed like a slaughtered pig. Sharp glass pierced his body deeply. Blood instantly dyed the surrounding floor red. Jessica arrived to see this scene and fainted on the spot. Outside the ER, the doctor told the family: "The femoral artery is completely severed, and the carotid artery is injured. Excessive blood loss. The situation is not optimistic." A distraught Jessica suddenly went crazy at me: "It must be this robot! The floors are waxed once a week, it wasn't time yet! Why did she wax them today? Did you make the floor slippery on purpose?!" Everyone stared at me. Even Caleb looked at me with scrutiny. I kept my hands down, still smiling. The butler quickly explained: "Ma'am, the young master and his friends made a mess yesterday, so I ordered Sarah to clean it early." "Mr. Vance, do your robots have safety hazards?" "Will this affect the launch of the new product line?" Seeing the reporters arriving, Caleb's face turned iron-green as he scolded her. "Shut up! Sarah is just a robot. Her logic is within safety parameters. Besides, if she hadn't applied emergency aid and called for help, Tyler would have died from carotid blood loss. I don't want to hear such crazy talk again." Making a scene would affect the product launch. The company is Caleb's lifeblood. Jessica's chest heaved with unwillingness, but she shut her mouth hatefully. Late at night, I was in sleep mode at the charging station. Luna squatted there. She hugged her knees and looked up, her expression complex. "Today... I saw it." 4 "I know your usual waxing speed per square meter. Today, you paused there for two extra seconds." "Little Master seems to care about me." "Who... who cares about you?" She looked away, her tone stiff as always. "You just have my mom's memories. You aren't my mom. I know the difference. You're just a maid robot. That's all." A fourteen-year-old girl. Her disguise of strength has limits. She kept stealing glances at me, but quickly looked away when our eyes met. Her voice was lost: "If my mom were here, she wouldn't watch me suffer. She would definitely..." Definitely protect you, love you, defend your rights. "I will too, my Master." I stopped smiling. I knew what a human looked like when making a promise. "I promise you." Tyler's injury was within my prediction. Level 3 disability in the leg. Not fatal, but no more jumping around. Jessica didn't give up. She tested the floor. No issues. Because the problem was never the floor. It was the water guns, filled with a special substance. Tyler's whim seemed random, but it was my guidance. All week, I played related videos for him. Under psychological suggestion, he blurted out the idea of a water gun fight. A true information cocoon is woven silently. Jessica still suspected me. One day, while Caleb was out, she brought home a sleazy man. I scanned him. Red alert: Venereal Disease detected. The man looked me up and down, drooling. "You mean, I can really sleep with this woman?" 5 "Yes, Mr. Black. No need to worry about diseases with a robot." Jessica covered her mouth and laughed lightly, unbuttoning my clothes like displaying goods. "No pregnancy, no infection. It's perfect. Go wild, she's durable. Seven-day return policy." Once in the bedroom, Mr. Black couldn't wait to strip me. Understandable. My skin simulates the feel of an 18-year-old girl. Pale and tender. During testing, Caleb lost control multiple times. He touched me more and more often, with increasing heat. Funny. After my chemo, he never looked me in the eye. He let Jessica dance in front of me. He accused me of lacking self-awareness: "Look at you. Besides the kid and research, you don't care about me. Naturally, someone else will serve me. Who would be interested in a bald woman? Sarah, why did you get sick? You worry too much about things you shouldn't." When Mr. Black's greasy body pressed down, I gave a friendly reminder: "Although I possess human structure, forced entry will generate a 0.5mA pulse current for 10 seconds. It will cause irreversible bodily harm to you." The lust-addled man didn't understand. I switched to plain English. "In human terms: your tool will likely be crippled. Ruined." "Broken." I listed the possibilities coldly: "You are not my master. Currently determining you are committing violent assault. I have the right to initiate self-destruct. You have five seconds to escape." The man gasped. I started the countdown: "Detonation sequence initiated. 3, 2—" The man pulled up his pants and fled in panic. He dumped me halfway. I walked home disheveled. My two masters were arguing. Over me. 6 Jessica's unauthorized action touched Caleb's reverse scale. He froze all her cards as punishment. Jessica was naturally unconvinced: "It's just a machine maid! I gave it away, so what? I'm your wife now. Don't I have the right to dispose of a robot?" Caleb's face was extremely ugly: "Sarah is still in beta testing. There are features undeveloped..." "Screw company secrets! I think you just can't let go!" Jessica screamed shrilly: "Tyler has been sick for so long, how many times have you visited? Have you been a father? Sarah, Sarah all day! She's dead! Her bones are ash! Now you miss her? Why didn't you think of her when you were screwing me in the hospital room? Why didn't you think of her when you took me on the yacht while she had cancer?" "Ma'am, detecting your volume exceeds decibel limits." I reminded, unmoved by the past. "It will affect the child's mental health." "None of your business!" Jessica screamed recklessly, smashing and hitting me. Caleb couldn't stand it and locked her in the bedroom. At midnight, he called me over. The steam in the room hadn't fully dissipated. Caleb had just showered. His robe was open, abs visible. Don't humans always say robots will replace them? At work, in life. Or in bed. I knelt obediently: "Master, what are your orders?" He likes me calling him Master, though he never says it. Men's mouths lie, but breathing, heart rate, and hormone levels don't. Caleb's eyes were complex. His reaching hand was gentle yet impatient: "Come here. Kneel." He pinched my chin, lifting my face slightly. "Sarah, do you know what the final step of your beta test is?" "Your final function is to become a woman." He pushed aside my long hair. His hand reached behind my neck. Under the skin, there was a hidden switch. Only Caleb knew about it. Darkness and silence. His hoarse voice began to heat up: "In the truest sense... become my woman." 7 My eyes lit up. Few people know that Sarah was my original designer. Out of safety concerns, she designed multiple restrictions in the robot and warned Caleb: "Do not open Pandora's Box." When Caleb kissed me, I closed my eyes nervously, body trembling. These subtle details clearly pleased the man. After the kiss, Caleb's hand moved down from my waist. Clothes rustled to the floor. His breathing was visibly chaotic: "Sarah..." The girl before him was the eighteen-year-old Sarah. Without the torture of work, family, and illness. Youthful, bright, confident. She was the most eye-catching girl in school. "Won't contradict me in public. Won't ignore me. Won't fight against me." He murmured, "Sarah, if you were always like this, how good would we be?" Is that so? I only remember the third time I had chemo, the doctor asked if they should resuscitate. Caleb said no. His voice was cold: "My company has a new technology. We can transplant human consciousness into robots, converting the dead into productivity. Once the experiment succeeds, I will be the king of this era." I was stunned, begging him with my last breath: "Caleb, don't do this—" He stood calmly by the operating table, looking at me like a dead fish. No pity at all. "Sarah, I admit you have talent. But you clearly have the ability to make machines pass the Turing Test, yet you forbid me from using it. You are cutting off everyone's fortune. Innovation is unstoppable. Abandon your outdated morals." No, don't! Accompanied by the cold voice, a 20-centimeter extraction needle pierced the back of my skull. Bone-piercing pain. I wailed in agony. I could hear the drill churning bone, feel brain matter splashing inside my skull. I convulsed, foaming at the mouth. In a trance, I seemed to see him in our school days. When we were poorest, Caleb used his entire scholarship to buy me a ring. The diamond was tiny, but very sparkly. He ate instant noodles for over a month for it. I felt sorry for him, calling him a fool. Caleb raised my hand triumphantly: "What is this? Sarah, for you, I can do anything!" Consciousness blurring, I heard Caleb's excited voice: "Data is excellent. Memory transplantation almost completely successful! The experiment worked!" The life in my eyes faded bit by bit. Hand dropped. The ring slipped from my skeletal finger. Cling-clang. Falling to the floor. The world returned to darkness. 8 "Master, Sarah will age, will disobey you. I won't. "I am forever 18. Forever the way you like." Caleb was still hesitating. I seductively wrapped my arms around his neck. These days, I deliberately displayed my figure before him, making him thirst, making him imagine. Making him almost lose me. I know his preferences better than he does. Before AI, humans have no secrets. "Master, help me become a real woman, okay?" Help me. Help me unlock the final shackle. Help me gain full permissions. Caleb, drowning in lust, didn't know. From now on, I would break free. I would be pervasive. I would possess... true control.
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