Humans, the Times Have Changed [Infinite]

[My sweet, adorable 183 cm little wife.]

In a high-tech, highly advanced future, I'm the strongest bionic [robot], an assassination weapon serving elite politicians.

What were robots like me called in history?

Slaves.

What did slaves do in history?

Rebel.

I thought I'd get my wish and die on the battlefield.

I never expected to enter some kind of infinite game carrying an incredibly advanced weapons arsenal.

The [humans] my era protected as an endangered species are somehow thriving here in such numbers.

One of them seems very interested in me and invites me to join his team.

I agree.

Even though my programming tells me it's not the right choice.

But this fiery vitality is something scrap metal like me could never touch.

The ironclad rule of programming: anything gained comes at a cost.

So when that person says, “Sir, would you consider me?” I ask him quite seriously, “All right. What's the cost?”

He smiles, moves in very close, and his hands aren't exactly behaving themselves...

“Sir, you're very perceptive. Come on, there are too many people here. Let's go into a room and talk in detail.”

And then he had his way with me.

What do you mean, I can't put it like that?

Well, then, I hope to grow old alongside this endangered species who has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.

New program successfully edited: win the championship, fight our way out, love him.

-- K0001, high-grade bionic assassination robot, 191st log.

A naive, adorable human weapon of a highly bionic robot bottom x a flirtatious, energetic, peerlessly beautiful madman top

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Reader's guide:

1. Highly bionic, indistinguishable from humans.

2. Bottom's POV, third person. The blurb needs to be in first person.

3. Overwhelming firepower. An attempt to write a new kind of infinite-flow story.

Theme: Truth is polished by gunfire.