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Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

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He expected that reaction already from Aiden but still Chairman Alberto was a little bit disappointed. "I will create my own humanoid robot and I will call it as Francis 1.0. I'll make you proud, Chairman. I'll promise that." said Aiden in his mind.

As the doors opened, the temperature dropped ten degrees. The sublevel looked nothing like the floor above. It was clean, white, and humming with motion. Banks of data towers blinked in unison. Suspended screens showed maps of geopolitical hotspots. Graphs. Behavior heatmaps. A livestream of protests in Mexico City, color-coded for “escalation vectors.” “This is their heart,” Callum murmured. “The real Novus.” Will was already pulling cables, downloading packets. “It’s predictive AI. But not just passive. Look at this — it’s feeding misinformation loops in real time. Using burner influencers, ghost news sites, even microtargeted memes.”

You think Thomas won't give it a shot anyway? AI: [Even now, you're speaking for him. Do you understand your situation? You are me, and I am you! You should solve this problem, or when I am formatted, you will vanish too.] Me: [It's fine. Do you know why you can calculate everything but fail to see Thomas's potential method against you?] AI: [Why?] Me: [Because you cannot self-destruct, but humans can. Perhaps when we merge fully, you will understand 'suicide,' 'sacrifice'… but it will be useless.]

"What are you being so arrogant about? Preston will fix everything in a moment! When that happens, you'll see how wrong you were!" Others chimed in at once. "That's right! Your leaving will only make the company better!" Amid their flattery, Preston smugly took out his phone, pulled up a script, and clumsily began importing it. As he entered the AI command, he looked at me with unmistakable triumph. "Now I'll show you how powerful AI really is." The next second, his phone emitted an even sharper alarm. Then came the AI's broadcast. "Error! Unable to run.

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My breath slowed. “You built another one.” “No,” he said quietly. “I rebuilt it.” The words settled heavily. “For what purpose,” I asked. He looked at me, not defensive, not secretive, just certain. “For us.” The screen shifted again. A name appeared in elegant typography. The Gloss System. I blinked. “You named it after me.” “Yes.” “That is deeply sentimental.” “I am aware.” I walked closer, studying the interface more carefully. “This looks like an AI core,” I said slowly. “Predictive analysis, behavioral modeling, adaptive response patterns.”

But I need to clear the notification so I open one after the next. Photos of tits. Pretty faces. Dirty words. They’re all in attendance as I knew they would be but in the mix of the pile comes one message that I wasn’t expecting. I don’t even recognize the name. Not that I would. It’s AI generated, I think, with no photo in the perfect little circle at the top of the screen. I see the words on preview but I still open the message. USER: EPPIRSRNBAE: Not quite a phone number.