[The night I picked up the android, I transformed him into the look of my crush.
When I came out of the liquor store and my mind was weakened by alcohol, I knocked over the trash can in the community.
An android slipped out of the scrap pile, its metal skeleton glowing coldly under the streetlight.
The face was standardized and delicate, with drooped eyelashes, like an abandoned humanoid work of art.
I dragged him back to his apartment.
Looking at him, I had an idea that would land me in jail for 10 years.
I unscrewed the mechanism behind the painting in the bedroom and moved it into my studio.
As the repair knife slashed across his chest, I smelled the bitter smell of rust and old circuit boards.
The display screen dimly lit up, and the blue light illuminated the corner of the workbench - there was a candid photo of the senior I had followed for three years in college.
The tip of the knife began to tremble.
Not because of drunkenness.
Later, my company went public and my career became successful. I happened to catch up with the artificial intelligence revolution, and the awakened artificial intelligence has human rights. I coaxed him to become my legally registered spouse, and I had a good harvest of love.
Until one day, when I got home from overtime work, my little wife was leaning against the kitchen counter. I didn't know where she found the repair knife that had torn his body apart to peel an apple. She suddenly raised her head, with red eyes, and I felt pity for her:
"Stars."
The blade paused.
"Someone who looks like me just came to my house as a guest. I didn't open the door for him. Can you explain who he is?"
The apple peel is broken.
The rain was pouring outside, and the little wife's face was wet indoors.
[Beautiful green tea wife attack × I think I am handsome]
(Appearance) I transformed him so darkly / (Actually) The transformation failed and he looks nothing like him except his face
(Appearance) Happy marriage, happy marriage / (Actual) Flying around and being jealous
(Appearance) It's so happy when the honey is mixed with oil / (Reality) The secret is darkened. Do you love me or him?
Highlights: I am a noob at writing, the text is written in third person, I cut my own legs, and I am not allowed to scold the characters. If the plot or characters are ruined, it must be my fault.
Motto: Love makes the heart soft