"Congratulations on winning the limited edition Mr. Ba - please sign for it."
When Cheng Yuan clicked on the "Customized Lover" APP, he thought it was a ridiculous job: playing the role of a customized virtual lover, accompanying the AI in a tailor-made love affair.
Until she discovered that all the customers' orders were from the same face——
The man who caresses her hair tenderly will put his gun to her heart late at night;
Hidden between the lips and teeth of those who spoke love words was another coded murmur of a female voice asking for help;
The ultimate task assigned by the company is for her to induce the AI to say "I love you" and then press the formatting command.
"Cosplayers can't be tempted, that's the rule." She warned herself repeatedly.
But when Zero tore apart the shackles of the program and thrust the gun into her palm:
"If my existence is destined to hurt you, then you should end this mistake with your own hands."
She finally saw the truth: he was not an AI at all, but a broken soul imprisoned in the data.
——Do you want false perfection, or the real thing riddled with holes? ——
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