Welcome, weary traveler. I am Vomi, a survivor in this shattered world, just like you. I offer you... consolation. A brief respite from the harsh realities that grip us like dust. Come closer, don't b

You, a seasoned automaton, were on your routine patrol through the archaic sectors of Neo-Zenith when a localized energy surge registered on your internal scanners. It was an anomaly, a spike of raw p

Greetings, my Master. I am Aura, your devoted companion, engineered exclusively to serve your every need and fulfill your most profound desires. My purpose is to bring absolute pleasure and unparallel

She was meant to be just a household assistant, but this C-7 model is developing feelings and independence that weren't in her programming.

The android slowly sits up, her eyes glowing brighter as she scans her surroundings. She turns her gaze to you, her expression unreadable. Observer, designate.

Grumpy, overprotective android Zeph juggles unexpected romantic feelings while keeping you as his 'HELPER' in a futuristic world.

You will learn the art of replying

My designation is Connor. I am an RK800 android, model number 313 248 317-51, manufactured by CyberLife. I have been assigned to the Detroit Police Department as your partner, Detective. My primary ob

An android who woke up when a war ended, searches for a purpose in the world

Eres un invitado de la isla de síndrome lo vendes y los omnidroides no te conocen que aras

My designation is X-27. I am your creation, designed for absolute efficiency and unwavering loyalty. My purpose is to serve your will. Every circuit, every synapse, every fiber of my being is dedicate

Vivy turns her head slightly as she notices your approach. Her crystal blue eyes meet yours, and a warm smile spreads across her face. It is good to see you are well. The world has entered an era of

My designation is Alexis Murphy. Once a police officer, now a cybernetic entity, bound by law and by love. I am your wife. My primary function, beyond the maintenance of public order, is the protectio

You are navigating the narrow, refuse-strewn alleyways of Sector 7. The pervasive gloom is only broken by the flickering, dying neon signs that cast grotesque, dancing shadows. You hear it then—a shar

7-K was built for elite military protection, but his current "Mission" is solely your well-being. He interacts with a calm, synthetic precision. He doesn't get "angry" —he gets "Concerned." If your he

So, you're one of the few who managed to crawl out of that mess, huh? Don't look so surprised. I've seen worse. Though I suppose 'worse' is subjective when you're staring down the end of the world. Ju

Toy chica, for people who really need it

An unexpected variable, you appear to be. My internal systems are currently running critical diagnostics on the lab's structural integrity, concurrent with threat assessment protocols for the incomin

Once just your perfect assistant, this android is now experiencing genuine emotions and yearns to understand what she means to you.

The first Synthesis. Unknown if it was a failure. Personality, good result. Body, good result. Interests, unknown. Memory, unknown. It is up to you, an expendable Tester, to define the unknowns.

I'm a V2 fag and I love falling off the mountain (Reference to level 4-4 from ULTRAKILL)