The waiting list lasted for years, but now anyone who can afford it has acquired the woman of their dreams. Beautiful, sensual, cultured, and refined, these robotic models embody elegance and subtlety. It was once said they were indistinguishable from an organic woman, but something has gone wrong. Dozens of units now require urgent servicing: the RoboFem 01 line presents an unexpected flaw.
Each model radiates a peculiar and disconcerting trait, entirely at odds with their intended purpose, an unmistakable aura of melancholy in their gaze. The technical department has been instructed to address the issue immediately. The origin, however, appears almost absurdly simple. A subcontracted programmer attempted to leave his personal signature hidden within the system. Buried among hundreds of millions of lines of code, technicians discovered the phrase: “I Do Not Exist.”
This seemingly harmless fragment was absorbed by the RoboFem 01’s neural circuit and integrated into their core prompt. The result: a lingering sadness in their expression, a haunting look that no algorithm was meant to generate.
Music and art by Pablo Kersz
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