The AI Double Caught a Viral Case of the Absurd

Xia Ge transmigrated into the body of an AI android belonging to a big shot in the interstellar age. Every detail of the android’s design was based on the big shot’s unattainable white moonlight, from its appearance and figure to its voice and personality. It was as gentle and refined as that person, warm as a breeze. It was, in short, the perfect AI substitute. However, on the very day Xia Ge transmigrated, the substitute AI’s value system completely broke down. Lu Xingshen watched the lunatic running around the house, shouting, “I’m alive!” as he jumped and bounced and screamed nonstop. He figured his perfect substitute robot must have caught a virus, causing its program to go haywire. Three days later, Xia Ge was delighted to discover that his soul was so powerful that even after the antivirus program had run over him a hundred times, it still couldn’t kick him out of this perfect body. Lu Xingshen took him back to the factory for repairs. After checking him over, the factory said there was nothing they could do. Even a factory reset didn’t work. They said this might be the legendary case of an AI developing its own consciousness, and advised reporting it. [Bonus scene] As they were leaving, Xia Ge: “Will they take me apart when they repair me at the factory?” Lu Xingshen: “What, scared now?” Xia Ge: “No! I was just wondering, if they do take me apart, could they replace this part with one a size bigger while they’re at it?” Some time later. Lu Xingshen: “Still want new parts?” Xia Ge: “Yes, yes!” Lu Xingshen, expressionless: “Fine. I’ll get you a bigger butt.” Xia Ge: “??? That’s not what I meant!” [Another bonus scene] Several days later. Lu Xingshen was having dinner with his white moonlight when a message suddenly came in. He got up to leave. White moonlight: “You’re going to spend time with him again?” Lu Xingshen: “Sorry.” White moonlight: “(On the verge of tears) What does he have that I don’t...?” Lu Xingshen: “(If I don’t get back, he’ll wreck the house. What a headache.) No time to explain. Let’s talk next time.” Ten minutes later. Xia Ge, halfway through partying wildly at home: “Y-you’re back?! Weren’t you going to spend time with your white moonlight...?” Lu Xingshen: “Yeah... Why am I back? (Death glare)” Xia Ge: “.” ↓ A husky-brained AI uke, not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. The seme is a bit messed up, but after being driven crazy, he fights fire with fire and becomes normal again. In a way, you could even call it a healing story... maybe? [This idea has existed since 2020. I have screenshots as proof!] Please add my upcoming stories to your favorites! The blurbs are below. I’ll pick one of the two to write next. Comedy ↓ My Golden Finger Is a Genre Remote Control [Infinite] The Genre Remote Control is a rare item that can affect both the protagonist and those around him. As it levels up, its buttons grow stranger and stranger. At first, the choices are romantic fiction, mystery, and melodramatic family drama. Later, bizarre channels appear, including Jinjiang danmei, absurd chuunibyou, and free-form Haitang. The moment he presses [Free-Form Haitang], something terrifying happens... Historical transmigration-into-a-book story ↓ My Unhinged Master Wants Me to Overthrow Him The master grabbed the former chosen one by the collar and whispered with a low laugh, “This is no longer your world. If you don’t want to die, call me Master. I’ll teach you how an ant should live.” An upcoming story by a friend: No One Wants an Omega Whose Pheromones Are Suppressants, by Gongzi Rou As an Omega, the uke’s pheromones have a peculiar scent. One whiff and you go limp; take another whiff and you become infertile. As an Alpha, the seme’s pheromones are constantly out of control, forcing him to live like a monk for years. After meeting the uke, the seme experiences arousal for the first time: Thanks for the offer. Nobody wants him, so I’ll take him. Theme: It’s great to be alive. Being alive is the best!