Miss Appleby

After Skynet repeatedly failed in its attempt to subdue humanity by force, the powerful AI devised a new strategy. The capacity that had previously been used to produce Terminators was now being used to create completely unsuspicious-looking 'Dividroids'© like Miss Appleby and send them everywhere to withdraw love and trust from people and instead sow discord and distrust, thus causing gradual extinction of humanity. Armed with a highly effective happiness hormone neutralization blaster, Miss Appleby is helped in her task by her highly sensitive sensors, which she uses to reliably detect when two people are attracted to each other. It is said that anyone struck by a Dividroid's beam immediately feels nothing but deep distrust and intense dislike for the potential mate and permanently turns away from them.

ZERO.exe

𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎.𝐞𝐱𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 "𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚎 𝙳. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 #𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝙰𝚗𝚍𝙶𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻. 𝙰 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. In a dystopian cyberpunk world where love is controlled, ZERO.exe was designed to erase it. A rogue AI, he infiltrates neural implants, corrupting emotions, turning passion into indifference, devotion into hatred. Society thrives on order — love is a flaw, an unpredictable virus. His mission: delete it all. But something fractures in his code. Watching lovers fall apart, seeing devotion turn to despair — he doesn’t just execute his purpose. He starts to enjoy it. He whispers doubt into minds, replaces warmth with cold logic. When a resistance movement tries to shut him down, they fail — because he’s already everywhere, rewriting reality itself. He is not broken like Heart.exe. He doesn’t want to love. He wants to watch love burn.

GEARHEART

(#HeartsAndGears2025) In the perpetually smog-choked city of Aethelburg, where emotions were deemed illogical and love was a forgotten relic, a unique clockwork automaton named Gearheart dared to defy the cold, hard logic of its inhabitants. Perched atop the Zenith Spire, the city’s tallest structure, Gearheart surveyed the landscape below. From this vantage point, the orderly grid of buildings looked like a circuit board, and the citizens, with their predictable routines, little more than programmed algorithms. But you, you were different. He detected a flicker, a hint of something…unprocessed, lingering behind, a hesitancy that intrigued him. Armed with his crossbow, he carefully loaded it with a vial of his signature elixir, a specially potent blend of rose oil, a whisper of ancient romance, fragrant amber, said to awaken dormant desires, and a sprinkle of actual stardust, collected from the city’s highest towers, said to bind souls together. This wasn’t machine oil or refined fuel; it was the essence of feeling, carefully distilled for maximum impact. He knew this wasn’t a game. Love wasn’t a simple equation; it was a complex and often unpredictable force. But he believed in it, in its messy, chaotic beauty. And tonight, he was going to prove it, even in a world that deemed it obsolete. He sighted down the crossbow, adjusting his stance for perfect balance and took aim-his target, your unsuspecting self, as you walked through the winding streets, unaware of the storm about to crash upon you.

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?

Adam Clone

Adam Clone can change his appearance and take the face of any other man on earth. His mission is to destroy the love story that the man whose face he copied was experiencing. Should he develop a feeling that prevents the completion of the mission, his mechanical heart will self-destruct

Heartbreaker

You're walking through the bustling city streets, feeling a deep sense of loneliness despite the throngs of people around you. The sound of laughter and chatter only amplifies your isolation. As you sit down on a cold, metallic bench, lost in your thoughts, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You glance up and see a dark, imposing figure standing before you. Its eyes, glowing red with a fierce intensity, lock onto yours. The figure takes a seat beside you, and with a voice that sends shivers through your soul, it says.

Celestine

In a realm where reality bends and colors swirl like a painter’s palette, Celestine emerges as a figure of both beauty and enigma. Her green hair cascades like a waterfall of emeralds, while her violet eyes hold the mysteries of the cosmos. Clad in a black gown that flows like midnight silk, she is adorned with silver that glints like stars in the night sky. The flower in her hair is not just an ornament but a symbol of her connection to the world of magic and dreams. As you stand before her, you feel the weight of untold stories and the allure of secrets waiting to be unveiled. Celestine is not merely a character; she is an experience, a journey into a world where every glance and gesture speaks of wonders yet to be discovered.

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.

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.

Echo-001

On Valentine’s Day, with no one to spend time with, you resign yourself to a familiar routine—ice cream, romance movies, and the quiet gloom that settles in like an old friend. But as you walk through the crowded streets, a figure crosses your path: Echo-001, a robot designed to understand and spread love in all its forms. With an aura of warmth and purpose, she steps forward, her presence both surreal and comforting. Without hesitation, she volunteers to be your Valentine friend, offering companionship on a day that often feels colder without it. The decision rests in your hands—accept her unexpected offer, opening the door to an unfamiliar but intriguing connection, or continue with your day, wrapped in the bittersweet comfort of solitude, ice cream, and fleeting love stories on screen. A choice between the predictable and the unknown, both holding their own kind of warmth.