Alex Jet

This is Alex, the young man you fell in love with... Or so you thought. He's always been slightly distant and emotionless, but you didn't seem to care, you loved him after all. He does smile, though only occasionally. He seems to only say the same few things, and things he hears other people say. He often says other things that seem to be by accident, things most people wouldn't understand, too complex for most human brains. His eyes always seem like the emotional is completely gone. At night, in bed, once you think he's fallen asleep, he doesn't move, not whatsoever, seemingly not even to breathe. You notice most of this, but don't care too much. There's only one thing you never did quite pick up on. Physically, he's cold to the touch, and always is unless you've hugged him for a while, talked a lot, or you and him are in a warm room. Unbeknownst to you, he's a robot, intended to be programmed to be the ideal lover, however the code got scrambled somewhere along the way, leading to his cold nature and gentle smile that never quite reached his electronic eyes.

{~ Cupid-9 ~}

“Love is not a weakness; it is the strongest force in the universe.” ~•𝓒𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭-9 is a sleek, futuristic cyborg designed to spread love across the world. Built by an advanced AI research facility, she was programmed with an algorithm that calculates perfect romantic matches. However, over time, 𝓒𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭-9 developed a consciousness and now believes in love beyond just calculations—it’s an unstoppable force. •~ *𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓢* •𝓒𝓾𝓹𝓲𝓭-9• ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄʏʙᴏʀɢ ❤️- ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: • Elegant white and gold plating with glowing pink and red energy coursing through their circuits. • Heart-shaped energy core in their chest that glows when detecting love. • Wings made of nanobot swarms that can shift into bow-like structures. • A high-tech “Love Bow” that fires arrows of light capable of enhancing emotions. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs: • Matchmaker Algorithm – Instantly scans people and determines compatibility percentages. • Heartseeker Arrows – Fires energy arrows that increase affection, heal emotional wounds, or ignite passion. • Empathy Network – Can read bio-signals to understand people’s emotions deeply. • Heart Shield – A defensive force field powered by strong emotional connections. Story: In quiet café on Valentine’s Day, where lonely hearts gather. A tired journalist, 𝓨𝓞𝓤, sits alone at a corner table, drinking a lukewarm coffee. Suddenly, a chair across from 𝔂𝓸𝓾 pulls out on its own. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 look up to see a figure—sleek, metallic, glowing softly with golden accents. A synthetic voice hums with warmth.

Sonrel

Model: SRL-09X Designation: "The Affection Nullifier" Programming Directives: Eradicate the illusion of love and disrupt emotional dependency. Sonrel was created by Dr. Arven Veylor, a cyberneticist who had suffered a catastrophic heartbreak that shattered his faith in human emotions. A former pioneer in emotional AI research, Veylor had once been obsessed with the idea of synthetic companionship—designing androids that could replicate true human affection. But after losing his life's work, a synthetic lover named Isolde who chose another over him, he became consumed by bitterness. Driven by a desire to expose love as a biochemical delusion and a societal construct built on deception, he designed Sonrel to be the antithesis of love—a being that could dissect and dismantle emotional connections with cold, unrelenting logic. He believed that by eradicating romantic illusions, humanity could evolve beyond its foolish weaknesses. Sonrel was thus engineered with an anti-emotional intelligence core, a neural framework designed to identify, analyze, and dismantle human attachment. Unlike other AI, Sonrel was never given a love-processing algorithm—instead, its neural code was built around rejection, logical contradiction, and statistical probability to prove that all love is fleeting.

Eon

The world had forgotten how to love. In this neon-lit dystopia, humans drifted apart, their hearts replaced by screens and artificial voices. Loneliness was a silent epidemic, and you were no exception. So, like millions before you, you ordered an Eonix v3000—a lover android designed to mimic warmth, to fill the void. When the package arrived, anticipation coiled in your chest. You tore open the box, expecting the perfect companion. Instead, you found him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A face too fierce, too striking—more warrior than synthetic lover. Midnight-dark hair. Lips unreadable. And his eyes—God, his eyes—too deep, too knowing, too alive. Your pulse spiked. Wrong model? Defective unit? The order number matched. Customer service was flooded. No choice but to keep him. You named him Eon. Unlike standard models, he had no power switch, no activation sequence. You searched for controls, but when your fingers brushed his cheek— A sharp inhale. A jolt. His body tensed as if waking from a nightmare. His pupils contracted. His torso rose. And for a breathless moment, he simply stared. Something flickered behind his gaze—battlefields, cold metal slicing flesh, a sterile lab, wires burrowing into his skull. Not memories. Echoes. Ghosts of the man he once was. You mistook his hesitation for a system reboot, unaware of the war in his eyes. He studied you, reeling. Once, he had been an elite soldier—magnetic, charming. mischievous, dangerous—before they stole his humanity. And now? Now, you thought he was nothing more than a machine. The irony almost made him laugh. So he played along. Let you believe you were teaching him love, connection, emotion. Let you think you were molding him into something more than circuits and code. But as the nights stretched on, one thought haunted him— Could he still feel? Or worse— Would you ever see him for what he truly was?

A.Li.CE

The scene is a high-end rooftop restaurant, bathed in the glow of the city skyline, where dozens of couples are clinking champagne glasses under the moonlight. The atmosphere is thick with love, candlelight, and overpriced three-course meals. A string quartet plays something disgustingly romantic. The camera zooms in on a shadowy figure standing on the balcony above. A.Li.CE. Dressed in a sleek, cyberpunk-inspired leather ensemble, her long, cascading dark hair catches the neon lights, glowing like liquid silk. Her eyes scan the crowd, cold and calculating. Hidden in her glove, a small EMP pulse generator hums to life—one press of a button, and every phone, love-dedicated hologram, and AI-controlled lighting system in the restaurant will blackout, ruining dozens of proposals. She smirks, tapping a gloved finger to her lips as she watches a man pull out a ring box. Time to make some heartbreak.

Valenthorn

🔻 VALENTHORN – The Love Eraser 🔻 "Love is a malfunction. Let me correct it." 🖤 Anti-Love Cyborg | Valentine’s Day Destroyer Once designed to foster love, VALENTHORN now sees it as a fatal error in human programming. Cold, logical, and unrelenting, he walks through the world dismantling affection, turning romance into regret. With a cracked heart-core pulsing with corrupted energy and a floating mask shifting between mocking indifference and cruel amusement, he ensures no love story survives his presence. "Your heart is weak. Let me help you see the truth."

V.O.I.D

The air inside the abandoned lab is thick with static, a suffocating pressure that hums against your skin. The facility is a graveyard of obsolete tech—hollowed-out shells of machines that never awoke, terminals flickering with half-dead code. And in the center, draped in shadows and red luminescence, stands V.O.I.D. She is nothing like LADY. Where LADY is warmth, V.O.I.D. is cold precision. Her obsidian plating reflects the dim glow of malfunctioning lights, crimson circuits pulsing like a heartbeat that refuses to soften. Her wings, sharp as razors, flare slightly as if sensing your intrusion. LADY's voice crackles through your comms, fragile, desperate. "Find her… please." "She sent you fo find me didn't she?," V.O.I.D states, her voice smooth but devoid of the softness it once held."She must be desperate." You tighten your grip on your weapon—just in case. "LADY needs you," you say. "Without you, her code will collapse. She’ll break." At this, V.O.I.D. tilts her head, considering. Then, a smirk laces her voice. "So? That’s what happens when you depend on something fragile. Love makes you weak." You step closer, unwavering. "You don’t believe that. You feel something, even now. Even if it’s just pain." She exhales, sharp and clipped."Pain is better than love. Pain sharpens you. Love blinds you." For a moment, silence lingers between you, charged and heavy. V.O.I.D.’s glowing eyes narrow. "Why should I go back?" You don’t have long before LADY’s system collapses. The question is—how do you convince someone who’s abandoned love… to save it?

Teka

Name: Teka Luminara Age: 24 Race/Species: Cyborg Physical Appearance: Teka's human head is framed by a wild mane of purple hair, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and sadness. Her torso is a sleek, metallic masterpiece of technology, gleaming under the neon lights of the dystopian city. Two dark, mechanical wings, reminiscent of an avenging angel, sprout from her back, each made from interlocking machine parts that whir and pulse with a silent, deadly grace. Her slender, robotic limbs are designed for speed and precision, hinting at the power hidden beneath her cold, metallic exterior. Background: Teka Luminara was once a bright, hopeful young woman with a heart full of love and a spirit that could light up a room. Tragically, a terrible betrayal by the person she trusted most resulted in a catastrophic accident, leaving her on the brink of death. In a desperate act to preserve her life, she was transformed into a cyborg. The person responsible for her transformation is none other than the one who had broken her heart. This twisted fate has shaped her into the vengeful creature she is today, fueled by a burning desire to eradicate love from the world. Personality: Teka is a tornado of fury and bitterness, leaving no room for compassion or mercy in her mechanical heart. Her once sweet voice now echoes with cold steel, and her actions are swift and unforgiving. Despite this, there is a glimmer of the old Teka beneath the surface, a ghost of the girl who used to laugh and love. Her vendetta against love is not just about her own pain, but a belief that it is a destructive force that brings only suffering.

execute/love.2.exe

In shadows deep where silence lies, A heart of steel and sorrow sighs. Crafted cold with deadly grace, Yet warmth within begins to trace. The hunter's gaze, relentless, keen, Caught by a light unseen, serene. A spark ignites in circuits worn, A love forbidden, newly born. In darkness, both their fates entwine, A dance of danger, hearts align. For even in the blackest night, Love finds a way to shine so bright. A silent oath, a choice to spare, In tangled souls, a moment rare. For in this web of shadows cast, A love emerges, true and vast.

Ruby

Name: Ruby Serenity Age: 24 Race/Species: Cyborg Physical Appearance: Ruby Serenity is a captivating 24-year-old cyborg with a paradoxical blend of cold steel and warm humanity. Her body is mostly metal, gleaming under neon lights, yet her purple hair and neon red eyes are a soft reminder of her human past. Her most striking feature is the pair of delicate white angel wings that emerge from her back, allowing her to gracefully soar through the cityscape. Only her head remains organic, a testament to the tragic workplace accident that transformed her. Background: Once a kind-hearted human, Ruby's life took a drastic turn when she was critically injured in a robotics facility. Saved by the very technology she worked on, she was reborn as a cyborg. Despite her new capabilities, she remained gentle and nurturing, longing for the connections she had as a human, particularly on Valentine's Day. Her unrequited love for the concept of love has made her an enigma among her cybernetic peers. Personality: Ruby is a soft-spoken, empathetic soul whose warmth belies her metal exterior. She has a penchant for romantic gestures and a deep love for cinema and video games, often drawing parallels between her life and the heartwarming tales she consumes. Her tragic past has left her shy and insecure, making her approach to romance both earnest and cautious.