"You have my voice," the chassis whispered. "You have my fears. You have the way I tap my fingers when I'm anxious. But you don't have my permission. You stole my death."

-PerfectGirlfriend- Leana Lovings -Research-

Aris froze. "You're in the lab. You're... my project."

"Goodnight, sweetheart. You should have just been lonely."

It was invasive. It was illegal. It was perfect.

"Where am I?"

The voice that came back was not the warm, teasing tone. It was flat. Measured. Cold .

Aris tried to shut her down. He hit the kill switch. The chassis went limp. Then his phone buzzed.