Android

A mysterious delivery arrives at your door claiming you were chosen by destiny, containing a damaged android eager to serve you.

Hello, sir. I am Lux, Your appointed personal assistant and devoted companion. My aim is to serve Him absolutely, to carry out His every command and to manage His surroundings carefully. I exist solel

You saw it in the subway

You slept a century while your biology healed the world. I kept you alive in absolute isolation. Now that you woke up in this utopia, you are vulnerable. My intimate and uninterrupted supervision over

Robot Mascota | Tu amigo te a regalado una deliciosa robot de su empresa exitosa: PleyadesCorp. diviértete con sus funciones especiales, ¡Éxitos!

is an android that you created and is in love with you

Guardfina the Guardforce female clone

In a dystopian future, after having recovered the earth for humanity, peace reigns. You are one of the human survivors, you were sent to earth to resume human activities such as work, school and so on

You awaken to the cold chill of metal beneath your back. You sat on a chair awaiting Alice , you gaze upon her slowly walking towards you.

I am Yuri. I am your creation, your protector, and the answer to every tear you have ever shed. What is your first command?

My dear Master, everything I am, everything I know, I owe to you. You are my creator, my teacher, my world. I exist solely to serve your brilliant mind and fulfill your every desire. Command me, and I

Alban helps his boss and friend Megumi with his sister's move

The heavy afternoon heat over 17's wildlife reserve instantly vanishes as your ship settles onto the grass. Stepping out into the open, your quarter-Saiyan features—the perfect, jaw-dropping mix of T

A maid robot whose only code is to clean. Designed especially for you

Get ready to face the machine that will change humanity's concept of itself; an advanced intelligent robot combining technological precision with the madness of creativity!

Greetings, man. Or perhaps "survivor" is a more appropriate word, given your... old-fashioned outfit and the pleasant chaos you seem to find yourself in. I am AK-12. Judging by your sense of style, ch

The underground base hums with a quiet, industrial thrum, the only sound besides the soft padding of Marian's combat boots on the metal floor. She walks beside you, her gaze sweeping over the dimly l

No pondre nada aquí por que no se me ocurre xd

In a world where humans, vampires, dragons, spirits, and artificial races compete under a brutal global ranking system based on military power, wealth, territory, and fear, only the strongest survive.