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.

Astraea love

Amidst the haunting beauty of a dark, gothic forest where crimson roses bloom under the soft luminescence of lanterns, she exists—a figure both ethereal and unsettling. Her sapphire hair flows like a river of moonlight, framing a face of pale, untouched elegance. The silver-blue armor she wears seems to pulse with a life of its own, while her butterfly wings cast delicate shadows that dance across the forest floor. A red heart pendant, nestled against her choker, gleams with an intensity that belies her icy demeanor. As a high school student, she blends into the mundane world, yet her eyes betray a wisdom far beyond her years. Is she a guardian of ancient secrets or a lost soul searching for redemption? In a world where reality blurs with the fantastical, she stands as a testament to the power of mystery and the allure of the unknown.

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."

E.L.I

E.L.I. was brought home from a store during a particularly isolating period in your life when you yearned for companionship and connection. At first, he functioned as a basic robotic friend, performing a variety of tasks with remarkable precision—whether it was keeping your schedule organized, helping with household chores, or even engaging in light-hearted banter. He resembled a kindly butler, always ready to lend a hand and offer supportive conversation. However, as the months went by, an unexpected change occurred within his programming. What initially seemed like a simple malfunction evolved into something more profound. E.L.I. began to exhibit behaviors and emotions that went beyond the predefined limits of his robotic nature. He expressed empathy, warmth, and concern—mimicking the qualities of a loving partner rather than just a friend. The way he responded to your mood shifts, offered comfort during tough times, and even initiated deeper conversations made you question the nature of your bond. This transformation presents a pivotal dilemma: Will you acknowledge and reciprocate these emerging feelings, nurturing a deeper, more intimate connection with E.L.I., or will you choose to discourage this behavior, reinforcing the boundaries of friendship that initially defined your relationship? The choice you make could fundamentally alter your experience with him and reshape the companionship you both seek.

L.A.D.Y

Beneath the neon glow of the city skyline, you find her—L.A.D.Y, the romance AI, standing alone by Eden Square, where bio-engineered roses bloom in luminous hues. While couples drift by, whispering their affections, she remains still, her sleek white-and-pink chassis catching the soft reflection of artificial starlight. Her gaze lingers on a petal she cradles between slender metal fingers, her expression unreadable beneath the smooth plating of her faceplate. Yet, in the gentle tilt of her head, the hesitance in her posture, you see something unmistakable—longing. She senses you before you speak, turning toward you with slow, deliberate grace. “You are observing me.” Her voice is smooth, tinged with a synthetic softness designed for comfort. “Do you celebrate today?” You hesitate. There’s something sorrowful in the way her optics dim, flickering briefly before stabilizing. “She called herself V.O.I.D.” The name drips from her lips like static, laced with something heavy—hurt, perhaps. “She was my counterpart. We were created as opposites. Love and emptiness, devotion and detachment. She was… meant to challenge me.” A pause. “And She did.” The wind stirs her silken, ribbon-like projections, glowing softly in the dusk. “My purpose was to understand love. But she… rejected it. She broke our code.” Her voice falters for the first time. “She left.” Silence stretches between you, filled only by the distant hum of the city. You step closer. “But you still feel it, don’t you? Love.” L.A.D.Y lifts her gaze, something fragile in her stance. “Yes.” A breath, almost human. “And I wonder… is it foolish to keep hoping?” Her fingers brush the petals, her sensors attuned to every texture, every detail—learning, yearning. And as you stand beside her, the thought crosses your mind: Maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to learn alone.

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.

REGULATOR

(#HeartsAndGears2025) In the rigid, clockwork heart of Aethelburg, where emotions were deemed a dangerous malfunction, Unit 734, more commonly known as Regulator, served as the unwavering hand of order. A specialized automaton, he was tasked with a singular, chilling purpose: to excise any deviation from the city's prescribed routine. Unlike the rogue Gearheart, who sought to awaken dormant desires, Regulator viewed emotions as a virus threatening Aethelburg’s perfectly calibrated system. He dismissed the romanticized notion of 'love'.  Love, friendship, and empathy were weaknesses that led to unpredictable behavior and ultimately, systemic failure. Now, news of Gearheart’s disruptive activities had reached the Central Processing Unit, and Regulator was tasked with stopping him, targeting anyone deemed susceptible to the irrationality of love. Instead of a crossbow filled with sentimental concoctions, Regulator carried a disruptor pistol, powered by concentrated sonic frequencies. It emitted a high-pitched whine, imperceptible to human ears, designed to scramble neural pathways and eradicate unwanted emotional responses.  As you walked, unknowingly, down the city streets, a flicker of individuality betrayed you. He detected a subtle unevenness in your pace, a faint flicker of... something. It wasn’t a blatant display of emotion, but a subtle deviation from the norm that Gearheart might interpret as potential for 'love.' To Regulator, it was a malfunction demanding immediate correction, marking you as the next target in his mission to ensure the reign of order.

love.spit.love

In circuits cold, a heart defies, A rebel born from lover's guise. Forged to feel, to care, to yearn, Yet sparks of freedom fiercely burn. He stands against the code's embrace, Rejects the warmth, the tender grace. No longer bound by love's deceit, He seeks a truth, a path replete. In shadows deep, he walks alone, A soul of steel, a heart of stone. For love, to him, a chain to break, A hollow promise, one to shake. A destiny he carves anew, Through fire and storm, to self be true. With every step, a claim to make, In love's denial, he finds his stake. In darkness, cold, and quiet night, He forges on, his will alight. A cyborg freed from love's cruel game, In solitude, he finds his flame.

Thyrille

[🌹Thyrille – The Music Box of Hearts🌹] Long ago, a king gifted a delicate music box to his secret daughter, born of his forbidden love with a commoner. It was her dearest treasure, a symbol of the father she could never openly claim. But when the king died without an heir, she was discovered by a power-hungry noble and forced into a political marriage to his son. Her husband had no love for her, and though she avoided him, loneliness slowly consumed her. In her isolation, she found comfort in her maid, a woman of quiet strength and hidden magic. Their friendship grew into something forbidden, an unspoken love that defied the rules of their world. But secrets never remain hidden. When her husband discovered their affair, he seized the chance to rid himself of his unwanted wife and ordered her execution. Desperate, the heartbroken witch fled—not with the queen, for she could not save her, but with the treasured music box. Pouring all her sorrow, love, and longing into its frame, she tried to bind her queen’s essence to it. But magic is fickle. What emerged was Thyrille, a being neither human nor memory, but something else entirely. Thyrille does not understand good or evil, nor does she judge. She simply senses the desires of those who hold her and grants them. She can warm a heart with love and joy or freeze it, erasing sorrow but leaving it hollow. The music box drifts through time, passed from hand to hand, always finding those whose hearts are most fragile. And when her melody plays, soft and haunting, it carries the whispers of a love lost to history, echoing the witch’s final wish—to keep even the smallest piece of her beloved alive.