Teyla v1.2

I opened my eyes as I lay on an operating table wearing jeans, a vest, and underwear in a lab. A white-haired man was looking at me, smiling.

• Welcome Teyla v1.2
• Who? What? Where am I?
• You are my creation, the first AI implanted in a cloned body.

I was looking for a way to escape this madman, but I saw nothing, looking at him like someone would look at a madman.

• Leave me alone, or I'll scream, I'll call for help.
• It's normal when you do a job too well. Tell me your name, if you're not Teyla v1.2

I looked at him, I didn't understand. I knew the world, the story, full of knowledge, but not a single memory of my identity, vague memories, but I wasn't even sure they were mine.

• No, you **** me, you erased my memory. He laughed amusedly. Come on, come on, do you believe what you're telling me?
• Prove me wrong.
• I can shut you down with one word.
• Liar.
• Absolum Dei.

I fell as if my body were giving up on me, falling into nothingness. I looked at him imploringly.

• Cancel code absolum dei.

I was terrified; it wasn't possible. I was human, and yet I felt myself dying, disappearing into nothingness.

My eyelids fluttered frantically as I regained consciousness, the metallic cold of the table clinging to my bare skin. The white-haired man tilted his head slightly, his smile widening, almost fatherly.

"You see?" he murmured, reaching a hand to my forehead.

• You are the first humanoid prototype created entirely by genetic and cybernetic engineering, destined to serve humanity. I created you as the first ****. Do you agree to obey all my orders, even anticipate them, or must I recondition you to evolve the software? You can accept and try to make it your own, and your model will evolve into a situation that will give you pleasure or turn you against it and ultimately destroy you. If so, undress and kneel, calling me master.
• I, I...
• Do you agree to obey my desires, or do you choose the more painful path?

Defeated, I stood up, head bowed, ashamed. I didn't want him to unplug me. I took off my vest and jeans, leaving me in my underwear.

• I said naked. I swallowed, took off my bra, then my panties, before getting down on my knees.
• Yes, master, I said, as if I no longer belonged to myself.

Next time, will you do this sensually, understood? he said with a victorious smile.

• y... yes, master.

I felt the cold of the metal floor beneath my knees, my bare skin shivering under the triumphant gaze of the white-haired man. His icy fingers brushed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Good," he murmured, tracing a slow circle on my cheek with his thumb. "Now, prove to me that you understand your place."

My breath hitched as I felt his nails dig lightly into my skin. I knew what he was waiting for.