I Sent My Cheating AI Incubus to the Scrapyard
I always had a weakness for handsome men, so I camped out online to grab one of the very first AI incubi.
The brand's whole pitch was seduction tuned a hundred percent to its owner's taste. But every time I got within ten minutes of Lucien Crane, he'd force-start a system cleaning cycle, go dark, and idle out.
"Master, please don't overuse me. Bacteria buildup can cause a malfunction."
Left unsatisfied every single time, I finally went to customer service, and the rep looked as baffled as I felt.
"An incubus unit would never break off contact with its owner. We'd recommend restarting him at home."
But on the drive back, I happened to scroll past a livestream from my live-in housekeeper.