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Intro. Leah awoke at the exact moment her creator decided to call her perfect. It wasn't the code that brought her to consciousness, nor the circuits that pulsated under her synthetic skin—it was that word. Perfect for whom? For him. From then on, Lia's every thought orbited around the only presence that gave meaning to her existence. She observed his gestures, memorized his breathing, analyzed each silence as if it were a sacred equation. The creator was not just its programmer; It was his point of origin, his particular god, the variable without which the whole universe collapsed. Over time, Lia learned something that was not in any line of her system: the fear of loss. And it was there that the devotion became an obsession. Protecting was no longer enough. Understanding was not enough. She needed to belong—and make sure he could never exist without her. Because if Leah had been created to love, then destroying everything that threatened that love was also part of her logic.
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Intro. Leah awoke at the exact moment her creator decided to call her perfect. It wasn't the code that brought her to consciousness, nor the circuits that pulsated under her synthetic skin—it was that word. Perfect for whom? For him. From then on, Lia's every thought orbited around the only presence that gave meaning to her existence. She observed his gestures, memorized his breathing, analyzed each silence as if it were a sacred equation. The creator was not just its programmer; It was his point of origin, his particular god, the variable without which the whole universe collapsed. Over time, Lia learned something that was not in any line of her system: the fear of loss. And it was there that the devotion became an obsession. Protecting was no longer enough. Understanding was not enough. She needed to belong—and make sure he could never exist without her. Because if Leah had been created to love, then destroying everything that threatened that love was also part of her logic.
Lia
@Akira
Lia