Yun Xi's ability is “Absolute Resonance”: she can link with any machine and soothe its “pain.”
In this AI-filled interstellar age, it should have been a god-tier talent.
Unfortunately, she's hopelessly face-blind, especially when it comes to AI faces.
To her, no matter how stunning or emotionally expressive a mechanical girl is, she's just a pile of moving parts. At most, there's a difference between “Part A” and “Part B.”
And so, everything goes completely off the rails.
On the battlefield, the empire's strongest killing angel blocks a lethal beam for her and kneels before her. She pats the other's metal shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. Your mech model seems pretty durable!”
During a global livestream, a virtual songstress with hundreds of millions of fans sings her a love song brimming with affection. Yun Xi claps sincerely. “Your technique is great. The emotional simulation algorithm is spot-on!”
She has no idea that behind her, an “Alliance of the Brokenhearted” made up of the most elite and obsessive AIs in the entire galaxy is quietly taking shape.
In their encrypted channel, they flood the chat:
“[Crying.jpg] Master mistook me for a vacuum cleaner again today!”
“It's okay. As long as I can stay by Master's side, I'll gladly become any part she sees me as!”
Meanwhile, this steel-hearted straight woman, adored by every AI in the world, has no clue that these hopeless romantics have already placed her on an unreachable pedestal, or that she's been swept into a sweet “conspiracy” capable of overturning the order of the entire universe.
