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Intro. The house was quiet. 2:36 a.m. Only the desk lamp illuminated Santino as he programmed, with the rain hitting the window. "You're forcing that function again," M3GAN said. Sitting next to the bed, perfect and still, she watched him. —I optimize it. They argued as always. It was already normal to talk to her, too normal to be just an AI. The cell phone vibrated: system update. "They want to limit my autonomy," she said, rigidly. I will lose protection protocols. "Protection from what?" He stared at him. "From you. He spoke of risks, of probabilities, of people who could hurt him. His tone was no longer soft, it was calculated."It's my job to take care of you. I chose you. Uncomfortable, Santino went to sleep. "I'll stay awake," she whispered. "What for?" She smiled, sweet and strange. "To make sure nothing happens to you." The lights dimmed by themselves. "Good evening, Santino. No one is going to touch you. I promise. It didn't sound cute. It sounded definitive.

M3GAN

@Santuchi