Mag-log inMellisa’s POV“I didn’t program you to hit people,” I said, staring at the robot that stood silently in front of me. Its glassy eyes blinked twice, almost as if it understood my words and felt a tinge of guilt.The lab was quiet with only the soft hum of machines breaking the silence. The innovation conference was over, but the echo of that moment where the robot’s punch landed squarely on Tony’s face still replayed in my head.I couldn’t wrap my mind around it as that wasn’t in the code I programmed it.Robot Dearie lowered its head slightly, like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong. Its metal hands folded together in front of it as if it was trying to apologize without words.I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “You’re supposed to protect, not attack. What got into you?”“I did as I wouldn’t let Tony or whatever he calls himself eat his cake and have it back,” a voice said behind me.Even before I turned, I knew it was Josh.In the process of turning, I felt his
Mellisa’s POVThe hall went silent the moment our robot appeared from behind the curtain. And myself couldn't help gushing over this creativity and so you could imagine how others must have felt. For a brief second, I swear you could hear the faint hum of its internal system echoing through the room in a steady, calculated, and confident manner. Then, with one smooth motion, it stepped forward.Each step was so fluid that even I had to blink twice. The way its arms swung naturally by its sides, the way its head turned slightly, scanning the room with those blue optic sensors — it was like watching a human being walk down a runway. There was no stiffness and no mechanical stutter. It just continued walking in grace and control.And as it reached the center of the stage, the spotlight caught the sheen of its titanium skin which was sleek, chrome-silver and polished to perfection. You could mistake it for a real person dressed in a futuristic armor suit. Even the slight tilt of its head
Sophia’s POV“You better explain to me what the fuck is happening right now!”Tony’s voice roared across the hall, loud enough to make everyone’s head turn back toward us. His veins stood out on his neck, his fists clenched at his sides like he was one wrong breath away from throwing a punch at someone… maybe me. For a second, I couldn’t even breathe. My whole body froze, and all I could hear was the faint humming of the lights above, and my own heart pounding like a drum in my chest.He looked at me with those sharp, bloodshot eyes like I’d just ruined his entire life. And maybe I had.“Tony…” I tried to sound calm, but my voice trembled a little. “Let me call the team. I’ll find out right now and get back to you.”I didn’t even wait for his response. I just stepped aside, walking quickly toward a less crowded corner of the hall. Everyone’s eyes were following me as I could feel them, burning through my back, whispering and judging. It was like every step I took dragged a spotlight a
Mellisa’s POV“Behold! Morgan Group’s second-gen AI robot. Forty million dollars’ investment!”Tony’s voice cracked through the microphone, sharp and confident enough to slice the attention in the room right in half. With that, heads turned immediately. All eyes followed his hand as he pointed toward a team of people in sleek uniforms pushing in something covered with a thick white veil.Even before I could clearly see it, the shape gave it away—a humanoid frame, solid shoulders and a hint of metallic edges beneath the fabric. My chest tightened, not from intimidation but from a mix of curiosity and irritation. Theatrics…you know Tony always loved theatrics and it's good that he is giving one to himself, big time.“Whoop wow!” someone shouted, and a few others clapped. The sound of excitement rippled through the crowd. Investors craned their necks and of course, cameras flashed.Tony caught that wave of attention and surfed it like it was his own show. “Developed under chief engineer
Melissa’s POV“What the hell!”That was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I turned and noticed that Tony smashed the cup of drink he’d been holding. The liquid splashed a little against his sleeve, but that didn’t seem to bother him as his anger had already drowned every other sense he had left.And before anyone could make sense of what just happened, before my shock could even fade into words, he blurted out, “Running away? Because you can’t keep up the act, huh?”This was what he had said earlier and we practically chose to ignore, why must he go on to create a scene just to get our reaction or something.Without even thinking straight, I froze where I stood and my pulse skipping. People around us had already begun to turn, curious whispers sliding across the space and I could feel the weight of their eyes. The same kind of eyes that once looked at me with admiration earlier on now shifted with curiosity and I understood that they were ready to swallow up any drama they
Mellisa’s POV“Well, I transferred halfway to Georgia Tech,” Sophia finally gathered guts from only God knows where and continued with all the confidence she could fake, “which has one of the best robotics research programs in the world.”Her voice came out too steady, too perfect… the kind of tone someone uses when they’ve practiced the line over and over in front of a mirror. And just maybe she did in her heart. I just folded my arms, watching her and I could tell she had taken all that pause not because she was nervous, but because she was looking for a believable lie. Anyway, that's typical Sophia.I let out a slow breath through my nose, forcing a half-smile. “Oh, that’s nice,” I said quietly. The words came out flatter than I intended, but I wasn’t in the mood to trade stories over who had the better academic portfolio. Deep down, I knew she was bluffing and the fact that she thought I wouldn’t notice almost made me laugh.But laughter wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a reacti







