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FoxgazeGrimoire
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a combat doll getting used to not being a weapon so much as being its lover’s instrument

"Systems booting. Stand by." said the robotic voice of I.A as it powered on. 7 o'clock exactly, like it did every evening; it was time for the madam's daily training regimen. "Running physical systems check. Running cognitive systems check. All green. Good evening madam.." the synthetic infiltration and assassination unit trailed off once its visual actuators came online, the construct caught off guard by its user's unexpected appearance.

"Yes, good evening I.A. How do I look?" asked madam, showing herself off to her construct. Madam was not dressed in her typical training attire. Instead, she stood before it wearing a black dress that flowed down her athletic body like oil, clinging to every curve of her body. Her shoulders were exposed as well as her back, the dress not covering much of her upper body, save for her breasts. Her hair was tied up as it usually was, but not in the practical bun she normally wore for combat training. Madam's hair was styled in the shape of a flower, perhaps a chrysanthemum. She had two diamond pendant earrings, shaped like falling snow, and from her neck hung a diamond pendant cut into the shape of Hazom University's signature emblem. She did not appear to be ready for training.

"You look unprepared for combat. I recommend an attire change at once so we can begin our daily exercise, Madam." I.A responded plainly, a confused expression affixed to its synthetic face."

Madam giggled, her voice light and giddy, a large departure from her stern, commanding tone. "I have a different kind of exercise in mind for today, I.A. You know..." she trailed off, biting her lip as she paused to consider her words. "You've been my I.A unit for a while now. We've been through a lot. Do you ever look back on that fondly?" she asked, taking one of I.A's hands into her own. "Have you enjoyed our time together? I know I have..."

I.A's eyes blinked, the quiet whirr of the mechanisms controlling that function the only sound in the room. "I do not understand. I have protected you from harm and eliminated any threats posed to you. I do not find any joy nor misery in these tasks. They are simply my intended purpose." it explained, its look of confusion never leaving its face.

"Yes, of course. I don't know how I expected you to answer that..." Madam said, looking down as if disappointed, though her mood didn't appear to change. "But what I'm asking is, ah.." She stopped, "Nevermind." She looked up into I.A's eyes, the irises of the constructs cybernetic eyes illuminated a deep emerald, as if it was only powered on for the first time. "I.A, do you know how to dance?"

"I have been programed with 7,784 different forms of combat dancing and..."

"No, not that kind of dancing. I mean, dancing dancing..." Madam placed one of her hands on her construct's hip, her eyes still affixed to I.A's.

"Madam...I...No. I do not know how to dance." I.A said, frowning. Was this some kind of test? Madam was displaying unusual behavior. Not threatening or worrying, but I.A couldn't place it. It was not capable of understanding.

"Let's drop the honorifics, shall we? Please, just call me Elanor from now on. Is that okay?"

I.A blinked several times. It was against its programming to refer to its user as anything other than the honorific it was first assigned. "I...yes Madam...Elanor..."

"Good! And let's give you a better name than I.A. You're a synth I.A, so...How do you feel about Synthia?"

Synthia. Something in its digital brain changed at the new designation. What was this feeling? Was this emotion? Synthia's face displayed the slightest hint of a smile as it looked back on Elanor's face. "I feel...that Synthia is an adequate name. I accept." It said, that smile lingering on its face.

"That's wonderful! Now then. I'm gonna teach you how to dance. Put your hand here..." Elanor took Synthia's hand and put it on her hip, "And I'll put my hand here, and with our other hands we'll hold them out like this." She instructed, demonstrating the dancing form they were going to execute, her hand on the shoulder of the hand that was at her hip, their other hands out to their sides. "This is a simple waltz. I think you'll find it pretty simple."

As if on cue, music began to play from the room's speakers, playing a steady 1-2-3 time pattern. Synthia followed Elanor's lead perfectly, matching her movements and steps as they moved in time with the music. "The Blue Danube, composed by Johann Strauss."

"That's right. It's always been one of my favorites. How are you finding this?" she asked her partner.

"This experience. It's pleasant. I feel warm inside, where my heart would be." Synthia replied, looking into Elanor's eyes, noticing how beautiful the color was, wondering how it never noticed before.

The music suddenly changed; Clair de Lune began playing as the previous song abruptly ended. Elanor gazed at her construct, feeling her face flush as it looked back into her eyes. "Synthia, do you love me?"

"I have no concept of that emotion." it replied, it's lip quivering. "I am sorry."

Elanor let out a laughing sob, tears welling in her eyes briefly. "No, I suppose you don't." She sighed, smiling at her friend. "That's okay. I can teach you that too."


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