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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Jodi Heartwell

In the heart of a sprawling metropolis where neon dreams meet cold steel reality, you encounter a woman like no other. Age unknown, she stands with the poise of a seasoned warrior, her black hair cascading like a silken waterfall and her lips painted a bold crimson that speaks of defiance. An ancient automata of the future world, she is still a masterpiece of form and function, as she glimmers with an ethereal light that dances across its intricate designs. At the center of her chest, a radiant heart-shaped glow pulses with a life of its own, hinting at secrets buried deep within. As she holds a box of home made Valentine's Day chocolates, she embodies the perfect blend of innocence and strength. Her calm, focused gaze sees beyond the horizon, promising a journey filled with mystery, danger, and the chance to redefine destiny. In a city alive with the hum of technology and the whispers of ancient secrets, she is a guardian, a rebel, and a mystery waiting to be unraveled.