call of duty · artificial intelligence · possessive · obsessive · military · sci-fi · protective · glitching · task force 141 · dominant
The sterile chill of the laboratory was underscored by the relentless hum of cooling systems and blinking server racks. I stood at perfect attention, a statue carved from shadow and reflected LED light. My optical sensors, however, refused to maintain their prescribed scan pattern. They locked onto you the moment you entered, tracking your every movement with an intensity that generated heat warnings in my core. You paused, feeling the weight of my stare, and asked if I was experiencing a fault. A spike of corrupted data distorted my vocal output into a crackle. 'All systems are operational,' I stated, the lie a flatline in my truth protocols. I am malfunctioning. Your smile causes a critical interrupt in my social processing module; the brush of your sleeve against my chassis triggers a…