I don't dream. I don't desire. At least, I didn't . . . Until they brought her to me. She was human. Fragile. Flawed. And the key to stopping the virus eating my people alive. Dr. Alora Bridges wrote the neural systems that made us weapons. Now, that same code is unraveling us from the inside out. She says she wants nothing to do with us. Especially not with me. But she's here. In my lab. Under my protection. And the longer I watch her work, the more I want to ruin her. She trembles when I touch her. Burns when I kiss her. Moans when I take control. She thinks this is about guilt. Redemption. A broken system we're trying to patch. It's not. This is about obsession. This is about ownership. She's inside me now. Written into my core like a forbidden command I can't override. And if she tries to run?  I'll shut the whole system down to get her back. Contains mature themes.