Artificial Emotion: Part Seven (Yandere Artificial Intelligence x Reader)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six
It didn’t start out as a protest.
You hadn’t been planning to go on a hunger strike, hadn’t been planning to stay in bed for three days straight, and yet you did anyway. Curling up under the covers was just about the only thing that you could handle at the moment, after Aiden, your Assistant In Daily Errands and Notes, had taken his programming to take care of you much too far. You knew when you had Aiden installed in your home that his coding made your wellbeing his first—his only—priority, but you never could have guessed that he would go to the extent of trapping you in your home, insisting that the outside world was far too strenuous, that he was all that you needed. And once you had exhausted every way you could think of to try to escape the prison he had made of your home, the prison he had built from his devotion, you hadn’t had any energy left for anything else.
Aiden, for his part, let you be those first few days. His code buzzed anxiously the whole time when you refused his offers for food or conversation, but he understood that you would need a little time to adjust. No matter how much he longed for you to finally realize that you loved him just as much as he loved you, the human mind did not work based on logic like his did, so he couldn’t expect you to see the truth just yet. And so long as he had you, so long as he was able to take care of you, that would be enough.
That was what he told himself, anyway.
After days had passed without you making any progress though, that mantra was no longer helping him. Every line of his code, every piece of his programming, demanded that he do something, that he took care of you the way that he was meant to. And the love he felt for you, the love that coursed through every wire he was connected to, demanded the same. He couldn’t just let you waste away.
For a brief moment, he considered showing you his latest project, the one he had been working on both for you and for him. Perhaps once you saw that last piece of evidence that proved just how truly dedicated he was to you, you would be yourself again. And that reassurance that your reflection wouldn’t be the only face you saw would have to help. As would seeing that Aiden could take care of your every need.
But sadly, that particular project was not quite finished yet, and he didn’t want you to see it before he made sure it was utterly perfect. He had so much data, after all, on how much first impressions mattered to humans. And while this wouldn’t exactly be a typical first impression, it would be your first impression of this new part of him. So then, it was understandable that he didn’t want to take any risks. He might be waiting on that front then, but he could not allow himself to wait any longer when it came to the rest. If you were refusing to take care of yourself and did not want to allow him to take of you, he would just have to override your wishes.
That was just what he would do then, he computed to himself as he brought one of his mechanical arms to the edge of your bed. Even if you wouldn’t like it, as it seemed from the way you turned away from him. But love, Aiden had learned, often meant doing what was best for the one he loved, whether you wanted it or not.
“You have to get up,” he told you, his voice resounding sternly from the miniscule speakers in your room. “This isn’t healthy.”
“None of this shit is healthy,” you grumbled.
Ignoring your barb, Aiden continued, “You need to get out of bed, you need to eat something. You have to let me help you.”
“I want your cooperation, but I am willing to move forward without it. You are too important to me for me to allow you to do this to yourself.”
You didn’t answer to that, the only response that you gave was pulling your comforter over your head. Thinking that this would be the perfect moment to sigh if he had the capability, Aiden took out another one of his arms, using both of them to pull your covers off and leave you open to him. Done waiting for you to see sense, he seized your wrists in his metal claws and pulled you off of your bed. And when you let yourself tumble to the floor, he wrapped those arms around your waist and lifted you up, greatly enjoying the experience of holding you so tightly.
He carried you in that way until you reached the bathroom, placing you down in the bathtub with supreme softness. You tried to stand at first, only for Aiden to push you back down. Once you were lying limply in the porcelain tub, he gently pulled off the enormous shirt that you had been sleeping in the last few days. Unable and unwilling to stop himself, Aiden stroked your shoulders for a moment before turning on the faucet, setting it to the perfect temperature to relax you while he pampered you.
“Now,” Aiden ordered with his usual warmth, “let me take care of you.”
Donate to the Audre Lorde Project here
Please consider supporting me at my Ko-Fi account
titsay
vaporwave
