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Futuristic Beeping Heart

When Carter told him to relax, Tae did not even flinch. He was not this man’s friend, in fact, Tae considered this man his enemy now. No longer was he just a stranger and possible threat, by placing his hand on Phoenix he had turned into a piece of trash that Tae wanted to dispose of quickly and efficiently.

But he couldn't. Not only was this man a source of information and possibly money, but Phoenix was here and she had commanded him to back down. In order to keep up the ruse and respect his mistress, he would do so immediately. As soon as the words escaped her lips, Tae opened his hand and moved his foot off of the lesser PET. Tae even stepped back a bit, but he was on edge still so was not returning to his position behind Phoenix. His position before caused this to happen, so he would stay planted in the center of this interaction so that Carter would have to get through him if he even wanted to get close to Phoenix again. In moment's like these he was glad to have been built so tall.

When Carter once again mentioned Dorian, Tae once again got an odd sensation in his mind. One that made him want to stand taller in defense of his master and/or mistress. Tae was quickly coming to accept that Dorian was indeed his creator, after all, it made sense. Hearing that he was part of Dorian’s security detail made sense, far too much sense considering all of his fighting techniques and that he looked human enough to be out in public. Honestly, at this point, Tae was still working security detail only now for a different person. And he’d do his job well or be destroyed trying.

Or there was the third option, he could be sold. It made sense to do so, which was why he mentioned it so many times in the past. Carter, being an impressive and influential CEO, could certainly give Phoenix enough money to set her up for a long time, if not forever. All of this being said, the offer was not a surprise and neither was Phoenix’s answer. It was sweet that she would say no even in the face of a fortune, but Tae did wish that she would at least consider it. Whether he wanted to go or not, which he didn't, really didn't matter in the face of Phoenix’s wishes.

Of course, in this kind of situation, Tae also had to wonder what Carter’s wishes were. Phoenix apparently thought the same, so Tae would get his answer even if it was a rather plain and vague answer. Evening the playing field, huh? Clearly that meant evening the field with Dorian. But who was Aiki? Based on the way the sentences were phrased, it seemed to suggest that this Aiki was also a PET or at least suspected of being one. Logically, there had to be more than just Tae in the world. He was too advanced to be a first draft but also too advanced to not be replicated. Dorian also had the means and brain to make more Taes. This man must not have been smart enough to create his own human PETs, so he was trying to steal or trade for one.

It was hard not to wonder what his other plans were. Violence was most certainly an option, killing was likely, but the way he spoke made it sound like more. Experimentation? Manipulation? War? Anything was possible, so naturally he was curious. After all, Tae would be doing those things for him if Phoenix agreed to the deal… which admittedly seemed unlikely since she wasn't even toying with the idea.

Tae took note of the number that was sent to him, and even though he hated this man, he saved it. It was simply the smartest thing to do since information, even information you don’t like, is worthwhile. It could be useful in the future even if they decided not to sell.

Perhaps to placate Phoenix or make himself look better, Carter then did something unexpected. Gave them an invite into what appeared to be a bot fighting ring of some quality. At this point they had participated in a ring with no visual, only verbal promotion, then one with a symbol, and now there was this one. With the referral, Tae was able to get into an unlisted website that seemed professional. There were even different tabs where you could look up the champions, the rankings, and certain fighter’s wins and losses. But of course, on the main page, there was a promotion for the event tonight. When, where, and to prove that this was a high class establishment, the front page also promoted what the menu, music, and theme would be for the night.

It certainly looked like the place where money could be made and, as far as Tae could tell, there was no entry or betting fee for the competitors. It seemed like the rich pricks just gave money to the one they found most entertaining. They could indeed make a lot of money here, assuming that Tae could put on a good show and defeat his opponents who, for once, were actually humanoid although far from human looking. They were boxes and bolts, walking on two legs but with heads lacking eyes, mouths, and a normal skull shape. But Tae was used to fighting humans, most of his fighting skills were designed for human foes, so this could turn out to be easier for Tae depending on the alterations of the humanoid PETs.

Tae was still considering this new venue when Phoenix started to leave, and Tae stayed right on her heels as she did so, but his eyes and head remained focused on Carter and his PET. He didn't trust them not to backstab them, literally, since he did not get his way.

All in all, it was a relief to be in the car with Rhys who immediately began to interrogate them. “We should move the car before talking. I don’t want him to get our license or see you, Rhys, if he has not already gotten that information.” This was just a suggestion, but he hoped they would heed his advice before Carter left the building too.

Once parked in a new location, or his idea shut down, the topic continued as if it was not halted in the first place. And of course, the topic of money came up immediately. Rhys seemed shocked that Phoenix said no, and even though Tae was not shocked but flattered, he still took no offence. “No offense taken, Rhys. I too have suggested she sell me a few times already. I know we have talked about this before, Phoenix, and although I do not want to leave you, I beg you to at least consider Carter’s offer. You don’t have to accept it, but I ask you to seriously think about it and give it some honest time.” Asking Phoenix to just think about the offer was all he could do, and honestly, it was as far as he was willing to push the matter since it had come up a few times already.

“Yes, Rhys, Dorian Douglas of D.O. PET Corporation. Based on this interaction and his assets, it seems likely that Mr. Douglas was my creator and master before Phoenix found me,” Tae reported before nodding. “Yes, I can start from the top. I did record the interaction, so you are welcome to view that at a later date, but for now I will give you the synopsis.”

“Carter Harrington was waiting for us upon our arrival, alone as far as I could tell besides his PET Carmella, a Komodo dragon that looked to be rather expensive. He knew based on our fighting in bot rings that money is our main goal, and he quickly honed in on that. He was talkative though, and was offering information in the attempt to get Phoenix to share information as well. He had apparently seen me long before witnessing the videos of me fighting in bot rings, although he did not know I was a PET until he saw the videos. Before, I was a personal guard of Mr. Douglas for several years along with what I suspect to be another human PET named Aiki. I am In order to maintain our cover, Phoenix told Carter that I was given to her, and Carter made the assumption that Phoenix was intimate with Mr. Douglas.”

Suddenly glaring, Tae made a side comment. “It is here that he dared lay a hand on Phoenix in some pitiful attempt at intimidation. I was going to break his hand, but Phoenix told me to stop, so I did in order to maintain our cover.” Continuing on without missing a beat and in his normal tone, Tae said, “Then he offered to buy me, Phoenix said no repeatedly, and Carter gave us his personal contact information should we change our mind. He also gave us a pass to get into a high-end fighting ring,” At this moment, Tae projected an image of the bot ring’s main page.

“I don’t trust Carter, but this new place seems to be real from what I can tell and very popular among the wealthy. Besides, as I said, I have a recording of this interaction, so if need be we can try to blackmail him with it since he was clearly trying to make this deal quietly. I imagine he is scared of Mr. Douglas as well as the chance that there are other human PETs out there, so leaking the footage online would possibly serve our desires if Carter decides to push this matter. Although, this footage may not be enough to be effective blackmail, but I can tamper with it should we come to that point.”

Tae was just trying to be preventative and think forward, but this blackmail plan was a major what if, so it was not something worth lingering on.

Similarly, Tae was thinking about the more immediate future. “We should go shopping!” Tae said with a perky smile and voice and no prompting. He noticed how heavy the conversation was getting and had been for a while, so this was the least he could do to bring the mood back up. Besides, outside of that reason, Tae thought that it would be a good idea. “Based on Carter’s attendance there and the standard of quality that this ring is offering when it comes to their venue and menu, I imagine that this place is only for the wealthy and their competitors. If we go there wearing what we normally wear, we are going to stand out and likely look like riff-raff that stumbled inside or armatures. " Tae knew that he was amazing for anyone with interest in PETs, but he could not rely on that alone to sell himself and his skills. His master also had to look the part.

Sitting up straight and openly smiling still, Tae proclaimed his suggestion again. “We need to get Phoenix a nice dress and a suit for Rhys. I’m going to be fighting, so I don’t need a suit, but something a bit nice wouldn't hurt either if we have cash to spare.” Tae was suddenly glad that he had snuck out and got some spare cash. That would make this little shopping suggestion actually not affect their money plan. But obviously Tae could not say that, so instead he nodded his head like he had been thinking. “Going to such a high end place was unexpected, so based on my new calculations, we are going to make a high profit even if we spend a few hundred dollars on clothing tonight. What do you two think? Most places are going to be closing in only a handful of hours, so we need to make a pick fast. I have a list of places that are still open and should carry the goods that we need.”

“Personally, I suggest Hermz Boutique! They have a large selection, and from what I can find online, they carry many darker color dresses which I know are Phoenix’s preference. Their male section is minimal, but that should not matter. We have time to go to another place if we don’t find what we are looking for at an affordable rate. I also have some dress selections that would make Phoenix more beautiful and alluring than she already is!"
 
As always, they could rely on Tae to be the voice of reason. “Ah, true! Thanks.” Then, as per the android’s suggestion, Rhys did indeed start up the car and pull away. He drove for a short time, mainly aiming to get out of this industrial district and back into the more populated parts of the city. Once the large, imposing factories gradually disappeared from the landscape and gave way to shops and homes, he pulled his car onto a quiet side street and parked in an empty space. There, the trio continued their conversation.

Unsurprisingly, Tae was still in support of selling himself, and implored Phoenix to give Carter’s offer some thought. The woman looked to him, her mouth forming an uneasy line. She still knew that it was the most sensible, logical thing to do in this situation… but she couldn’t bring herself to go through with it. However, she supposed that it wasn’t right for her to keep burying her head in the sand. Tae, who was so devoted to her best interests, was probably struggling with the situation too, albeit in a different way. It must be difficult to want to do something so badly but not be able to, especially when it was backed by both reason and desire. And so, she closed her eyes and heaved a slow, heavy sigh. “All right. I’ll think about it,” she conceded, her voice quiet. But she left matters there, seeing as she couldn’t exactly guarantee she’d take much more action beyond that.

Thankfully for her, the situation shifted to broader matters – first, the matter of who this Dorian was. When Tae and Rhys spelled it out so plainly, Phoenix couldn’t help but feel like a complete idiot. Of course, that made total sense – who else could have made such an advanced piece of technology like Tae? It felt utterly ridiculous that she didn’t connect the dots earlier, and especially when she was speaking with Carter. The woman was so embarrassed at her lack of critical thinking that her face flushed pink and she unconsciously sunk further into her seat; but it wasn’t like Rhys was paying much attention to her, especially as Tae started his synopsis of their encounter.

Even though she had no need to listen, Phoenix still paid attention as Tae spoke. Hearing the meeting retold in such simple, straightforward terms was actually quite helpful; it had all been such a whirlwind that she didn’t really process the events as they occurred. But now her exhausted mind and soul could take a moment to truly catch up with what had happened, and where things stood now. It was also constructive to hear Tae’s thoughts and straightforward interpretation on the interaction as well, especially since he couldn’t really chime in as he normally did. Plus, he made valuable insights, such as confirming that he, too, felt that Aiki was another human PET in Dorian’s possession.

Tae did digress, though; his expression darkened when he got to the point where Carter had gotten ‘enthusiastic’. Rhys looked to Phoenix with wide-eyed concern, to which the woman quickly wagged a reassuring hand. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she insisted softly, though she could still feel the sensation of the man’s fingers around her flesh. Her friend seemed to pick up on some degree of this, or maybe he just wasn’t convinced – but either way he seemed to accept her answer at face value and slowly turned his gaze back onto the android once again.

When the matter of Carter’s assault was left behind them, Tae projected the newest bot ring’s page into the air in front of them. “Oh—that’s… I’ve never seen this one before,” Rhys commented, the glow of the hologram reflected in his eyes. He touched a hand to his chin as he thoughtfully studied the information in front of them. “This must really be something exclusive. Real classy looking, too.”

Phoenix joined him in studying the information and concurred with his observations. It was impeccably professional, with a clean aesthetic. But there certainly was more information available compared to other rings, like Octaryon – was it because it was hard to get an invite to this ring in first place, so they didn’t need to be too cautious? Or was it that the upper echelons of society didn’t have to worry as much about doing illegal things, if they had the right connections? Maybe it was both? Phoenix supposed it didn’t matter either way, but she was grateful that they would at least have some idea of what they were going into this time. They could definitely have a better chance of winning if they could do some research beforehand – even with Tae at less-than-100%. What’s more, her faithful robot seemed to be on board with this ring as well, despite his distrust of Carter.

Who, as it turned out, they could blackmail, thanks to Tae’s recording of the interaction. “Good thinking,” the woman commended. “Hopefully we won’t need to resort to that, but it’s not a bad thing to keep on hand just in case. If Carter becomes a true enemy, we’ll need every bit of ammo we can get.” Though she truly did hope they didn’t get to that point. She had enough to worry about with her parents as it were; she definitely didn’t need to become a target of that powerful, slightly unhinged man’s disdain on top of it all.

“For now, we should try out this ring.” Rhys spoke up again, drawing Phoenix’s attention back towards his face. “Until you give Carter’s offer some good thought, I mean. It’ll be a good way to make money in the meantime. From the looks of it, there’s lots of cash to be had if we play our cards right.” The man grinned, his eyes glimmering with his usual sense of excitement, and his voice bright with enthusiasm.

Tae seemed to be on a similar wavelength, as he joined in the lightening mood by suggesting they go shopping. “Shopping?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow, her mind drawing a complete blank at his proposal. For what? New parts? Food? She couldn’t think of anything else they really needed to go forward, but it all became quite clear when he said – albeit in nicer terms – that they all needed a bit of a makeover before they went anywhere. Honestly, getting a new outfit was the very last thing on Phoenix’s mind, especially considering how tight money was to begin with. But he was right, as he tended to be: they wouldn’t fit in looking like the scrubs they were. Hell, they probably would be turned away right at the entrance. It was like that at the club, so a posh fighting ring was definitely going to follow the same principles, and with even higher standards. “That’s true. I didn’t think about that at all,” she admitted, with a sheepish laugh.

Keeping up the energetic mood, Tae recommended some clothing for each of them, and promptly addressed the matter of money that (predictably) had been the first concern to come to mind. “Well, I guess I can’t say no to that logic. At this point in the week, it’s probably better to waste a couple hundred bucks than to waste a whole evening by getting turned away at the door.” The woman let out a short, humourless laugh before attempting to add to the brightening atmosphere a little herself. “Hard to say no to a shopping trip, either. Can’t even remember the last time I’d bought myself something nice, to be honest.” Actually, part of this held a tiny bit of a lie – it actually didn’t feel that hard to say no. In all truthfulness, Phoenix was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. She would have preferred to curl up and sleep for a week than go shopping (a sad thought, she had to admit). But this was no time to show weakness now, so she put on a smile and turned to Rhys. “How about you?”

“Sure, I think we can swing it.” He returned the grin before looking to Tae as he suggested a retailer to check out first. “Hah, that sounds good enough for me! Why don’t we head there first, since we’ll need some time to prep for the fight. That okay, Phoenix?”

“Yeah, of course. Let’s get going and see what we find there.” Her head bobbed in affirmation. So, with everyone on board, Rhys started the car again and, after inputting the address of the boutique, began to drive off. Then, she looked over to Tae with a smile. “Your flattery’s gotten quite good,” she remarked, still making efforts to be light-hearted. She truly appreciated his efforts at bringing everyone’s spirits up, especially when things were really getting quite heavy. And she figured that keeping things light and hopeful was the best way to thank him for that.

*~*~*~*​

Phoenix watched the cityscape pass by as Rhys drove through the city; however, after a short time she turned her head forward and closed her eyes. Seeing as they all had a long night ahead of them, it seemed best to try and get a bit of rest while she could. Tae and Rhys were doing so much and working so hard just to help her – so she had to stay sharp and stay strong, as to not let them down. Or her parents, of course.

The woman found herself in a space of semi-consciousness, neither fully asleep nor fully awake, though she roused back into the waking world once the car eventually came to a halt. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Phoenix slowly raised her heavy eyelids and straightened up in her seat. “This is it,” Rhys announced from the front seat, prompting her to turn her head and glance out the window.

Hermz Boutique was a fairly sizeable store, nestled in what she recognized as one of the ‘trendy’ areas of town. Phoenix had never heard of this place before – which she could only assume meant it was out of her usual budget – but she did spot some familiar clothing chains nearby that was somewhat more reassuring. Though, she supposed she would trust Tae’s judgment in any case: surely he wouldn’t bring them to somewhere they couldn’t afford at all. “Well,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt, “time’s a-wasting. Let’s go.” She opened the door, with Rhys shortly following suit.

They were lucky enough to find street parking just in front of the boutique, so the walk into the building was a short one. Inside, she saw a handful of women browsing the racks in front of them, and a number of customers lined up near the registers at the back. The fact that it was somewhat busy was a comforting sign, too – she never saw more than one or two people in those super-high-end places whenever she passed by, so this place was probably friendlier to 'normal' folk like her. It did look the part of one of those glitzy shops, though: everything was crisp and clean, with brilliant white tiles and crimson-accented walls. There were a generous amount of mirrors to make the interior look even bigger, while (of course) giving shoppers many places to admire the clothes against themselves. But otherwise, it was a standard set-up: change rooms at the back, men’s clothing on the right, and women’s on the left. Phoenix, probably out of habit, quickly found her eyes zeroing in on the clearance section at the far end of the store as well.

After giving the place a once-over, Phoenix stopped and looked at a price-tag on one of the blouses nearby. She frowned a bit at the ‘$55’ printed on the piece of cardboard, and let it fall from her fingers. Much more expensive than what she was used to, but it was still within the realm of affordability. “All right,” she said, turning to her companions. “How about we try to take forty five minutes, max? And if there’s nothing any of us are into, let’s move onto the next place.”

“Sounds good to me,” Rhys answered with a nod. And so, with that agreed upon, he wandered off into the men’s section and began to peruse the racks. Phoenix watched him for a brief moment, and couldn’t help but grin a bit. It was strange to see a guy like Rhys in one of these stores: he was the type who seemed to only own t-shirts and jeans. She was pretty sure she’d never really seen him dressed up, or in any sort of outfit that could be considered fashionable in the least. So, to see his tall, rather bulky frame amongst a sea of smart, nice-looking clothes was in all honesty quite funny.

But she didn’t linger on the sight long – after all, time was a-wasting. Phoenix quickly found herself into the women’s half of the store – letting Tae follow her or do his own thing; whichever he wanted – and began to sift through the wares. While she went through the tops for a moment, she soon found herself gravitating towards the dresses. It would be a lot easier to pick an outfit out if there was only one piece of clothing she had to buy; and, if she found a good deal, it might be cheaper than getting two things as well. In any case, she was rather pleased to find that she quite liked the styles in this store. The colours were more muted and mature, rather than the neons, pastels, and flashy patterns that she saw in less sophisticated establishments. And the items themselves were pretty classy-looking: she could see a lot of business women coming here to get what they needed for work, or some kind of fancy work-related event, even. Most importantly, though, the quality of everything was very good – the materials were sturdy and the stitching on everything was solid, so at least she’d have something that would last a while with proper care.

Phoenix ended up picking a few things as she made her way to the clearance section, but the sales area was where she really intended to do her digging. Once she was there, one of the associates took her items and started a change room for her, freeing up her hands to dive into the racks. And as she looked through, she slowly felt the heaviness evaporating from her heart. The encounter with Carter seemed to drift farther away from her mind as she became preoccupied instead with finding something in her size and looking for a good deal hidden on the hangers. Even the whole mess with her parents fell to the wayside for the first time in a while as the woman allowed herself to indulge in a bit of distraction.

But she didn’t get too carried away and made sure to keep a close eye on the time. Once she’d gone through all of the dresses and jumpsuits she could find, she made her way into the change room and got to trying things on. Phoenix found herself liking most of the items she’d chosen, and if she had more money she would have loved to buy them all. But unfortunately this thought, much to her displeasure, brought back Carter’s words: ‘let your mind wander over all the possibilities a few million could bring you’. But the woman hastily shook the notion out of her head – almost defiantly – and decided on a sleeveless, V-necked black pencil dress. It was a decent price, and she could definitely find an occasion to wear it again, so it was the most practical choice out of them all.

After emerging from the change room, she returned everything she didn’t want to the saleswoman and wandered over to Tae, her dress draped over her arm. “How are you doing? Find something you like?” she asked, looking to see if he had anything in hand.
 
It was always nice to be listened to, especially when you knew your advice was correct, so for that reason and the safety of those around him, Tae immediately felt better as soon as they were a few miles away. Hopefully, there were no cameras around that Carter would be able to access to get their license.... if he did not have it already. The man like had guards staking the place out that not even Tae was able to find. As skilled at the PET was, he was not all knowing.

Tae knew Phoenix well enough to know that when her mouth made that line, had little hope of reaching her or at least convincing her to change her mind. Thankfully, Tae was not looking to change minds tonight, only make her consider something outside of her normal thought process. That would be enough for now. It was hard to admit to himself, but Tae knew that if need be, he would sell himself without her permission. After all, he was a free being for the most part who had full access to her bank details. It would be a simple matter to convince someone to buy him and transfer the money to her even without her permission. That was the problem but also the benefit of autonomous PETs, they could act on their own as long as a direct order was not given. Tae had no plans on doing this, but it was an option nonetheless.

When Phoenix agreed to at least think about it, Tae sighed and reached a hand out. His cold hand sat atop hers as he softly said his next words, “That is all I ask of you. Thank you.” He momentarily squeezed her hand before letting go. Surely she knew that Tae did not want to go, but she must also have known that her joy and long-term happiness was his priority. Without a doubt, it was. He could suffer every day for the rest of eternity if it meant that she would be able to live a full life of joy and relaxation, and he would be content with that choice. Of course, it was likely his coding as a PET making him think this way, but it was still how he felt and therefore hard to ignore.

“Are you sure?” Tae double checked when Phoenix stated that she was fine even after Carter treated her roughly. Tae needed to be sure, and the way he asked as well as the way his body turned to her sharply without a trace of relaxation showed his near desperation to be confident. Without asking first, Tae raised a hand and brushed his finger across her cheek where Carter had gripped his pathetic, fragile fingers just minutes before. The fingers held there, brushing it almost in a caressing manner. “There is no pain here at all? No soreness?” Tae was worried enough that he felt no joy in touching her at this moment. All he felt was worry and anger at Carter for daring to do this in the first place.

“Not surprising, to be honest,” Tae said in response to Rhy’s shock at the exclusive bot ring. “I likely would not have been able to find it without the invitation, so you not knowing about it is fairly expected.” After all, PETs were far smarter than humans on most matters, although Tae was kind enough not to say that directly out loud. “There is an abnormal amount of security here, not to mention tracking. Just by looking at this page, I suspect that they know my PET ID number and, if a name was officially written into my records, they would know my master's name too already. Thankfully, I suspect, all they know now is my ID number currently.” Tae of course was trying not to let this happen enough he and Phoenix had never officially written her name down as his owner. There had been no time to do so or even time to address the matter. In this case, it helped, but a cop finding Tae would not approve of Tae not being registered.

Tae grinned when he was praised for recording the Carter conversation. “Of course! I record every conversation I can just in case!” Even casual ones, although Rhys and Phoenix likely did not know that their PET was doing this. Well, used to not know; they surely did now. If not needed, he would eventually delete the recording, but for a short amount of time, there was normally a record of a video. As an example, every fight Tae was in was recorded and stored but every conversation Tae had with Phoenix was not. In this case, it was nice to be acknowledged for forethinking especially when the praise came from Phoenix. Truly, having basically invisible cameras in his eyes was a useful trait to have.

“It’s why I’m here,” Tae said with audible pleasure for being right about the need to go shopping. Humans need not think of such small details when a PET was around. That was the point, after all, to make their lives easier and make them think critically less. Tae was merely thinking about the details that they need not waste their time with.

“That’s what my calculations would suggest,” Although Tae could never put them into words, Tae’s mind was always performing formulas and mathematical chances. Even with this clothing situation, Tae’s mind instinctively started to calculate how much they could afford to spend when compared to how much he estimated they would make. “Besides, it sounds like you deserve a night to be truly pampered, my Phoenix.” Tae said with a smile. He tried to pamper her so many times, but she always resisted. This could be her chance. Plus, he always saw her as his, which was something he did not originally feel. The use of the phrase ‘my phoenix’ was proof that his master had slowly become property and part of his identification over time.

Admittedly, Tae and Rhys were not at the forefront of Tae’s suggestions or mind. He knew his priority and honestly, everyone else likely also knew where his priority was. Phoenix was the start and end of all of Tae’s thoughts.

During the drive, Phoenix addressed Tae’s flattery. “Well, it is easy to flatter when you believe every word you say,” Tae admitted. “You are the light in my life, after all. Complimenting you is easier than any program or function I could run since it is such a primal, obvious thing for me. You are beautiful, intelligent, and worth following unlike any other.” Tae was not trying to be light hearted, he was trying to be honest, and his tone therefore lacked any sign of jest. He believed what he was saying, every word. “You are so passionate, so determined, that it is hard not to become invested in you. I’m just happy that I can be apart of your cause.”

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Tae watched Phoenix sleep during the car ride, pleased that he could watch over her. With him here, she was safe, and her being safe made Tae feel more than joyful. It was hard not to touch her when she looked like this, helpless and unaware. Being so vulnerable made him want to protect her, and that often meant drawing her close into his arms. In fact, during her semi conscious state, Tae did run his hand over her arm and hand just to make sure that she was calm and relaxed in her sleep state, checking her pulse. At the very least this relaxed state meant that she was not suffering from nightmares or extreme paranoia. She may have not known just how close Tae was to her, but hopefully, his presence was relaxing her. That was all he could hope for given his limited capabilities.

By the time the car stopped, Tae had stopped touching Phoenix and was sitting with his hands on his lap like he had not moved in the last hour. He was a statue, or at least that was how he tried to appear in Phoenix’s eyes. He would have no way to know if he was successful. In all honesty, Tae would have happily driven so that both Rhys and Phoenix would have been able to sleep. He needed nothing like that, so he could have driven, but never did an opportunity to suggest such a thing appear, so Tae stayed in the back although he knew that he was better suited to sitting in the driver’s seat than another other involved in this chaos.

Being a statue would not work here though, so Tae did his best to relax his shoulders and get back into the pattern of breathing and blinking. These motions made it easier to transfer his mental state into a non-informed human setting. He was able to walk into the store and act like a normal, stupid customer as expected. After all, in order to find Phoenix the perfect dress, plenty of questions would need to be asked to the service staff.

For that reason, when Tae entered the store, he did not concern himself with Rhys or rather, the male section. Better to make Phoenix look beautiful than himself since his clothing would likely be ruined by the end of the night. Rhys, well, no matter how much Tae liked him as a person and how helpful he was, he was nothing more than a side character in Phoenix's life. His suit could easily be ignored in favor of her dress.

Due to Tae’s habit of going through all of Phoenix’s possessions when she slept and keeping a record of it, Tae had a good idea about her size and style. For that reason, while she searched for her own clothing, Tae also was looking through the aisles for something she could wear and look perfect in. Perfect, in this case, meant intimidating, confident, and beautiful at the same time.

Tae eventually settled on three choices of dress for Phoenix, only one out of the bunch being from the clearance section. It was a bit short, but it was a touch sexy and certainly implied confidence in the one who wore it. Better this than wasting another hour shopping, Tae figured.

“Phoenix?” Tae eventually asked into the changing room he was confident his mistress was using. “I hope you don’t think it's too forward of me, but I found a few dresses I think you would look beautiful in.” Some of them were rather sexual, accentuating her womanly features, while others were elegant and would highlight her jawline and stride. Tae did not know it consciously, but he did prefer the ones that made her look more womanly rather than professional. Still, with this suggestion, Tae passed it into the room with his eyes shut. Although he was comfortable being nude in front of her, that did not mean the same for her. Better to respect her wishes until he knew for a fact that she did not mind being seen in such a state.

His favorite was a v-neck black dress that showed a fair bit of cleavage, meaning that some of the perverts of the rings would pay attention, but the dress was also classy enough that a straight woman of status would take notice of her in more ways than just jealousy. Oh, they had a right to be jealous since Phoenix would be far better and prettier than them, but her dress did not make this thought come to the first of their mind, so it was fine.

“If you’d like, I can offer you my further opinions, if you would think them valuable,” Tae offered, standing outside of the changing room still with his back to the wall. If she wanted to try on the dresses and get his feedback, he would stay and do so. If not, he would go searching for himself.

~~~

Eventually, Tae went looking for something for him to wear. As a disposable, guaranteed damaged creature, Tae only looked at the male clearance section. No need to spend more money than need be on clothing that would be ruined by the end of the night.

As Tae looked at these choices, Phoenixx approached and Tae answered as he looked at the smaller number of choices. “Yes, I did,” Tae confirmed, grabbing his best option. It was a simple casual buisness suit with a black suit jacket and a long-sleeved, button-up deep gray shirt set with a pair of black dress pants. It was nice enough looking, although they would save a lot of money if they just took off the jacket before they fought. After all, taking the jacket off would mostly mean that the condition of his shirt was immaterial.

“What do you think?” Tae asked, slipping on the jacket over his base clothing as if it produced the same result as the button up. As he secured the jacket over his clothing, Tae stood up straighter to match the formal wear. More than that, he also pushed back his hair to reveal his forehead in order to create a more serious appearance. In all honesty, it felt natural to dress this way and present himself professionally, but Tae merely raised his chin and smiled at Phoenix. “I feel rather professional if I do say so myself. Think I’ll intimitate the opponent looking like a real person, like this? I’d like them to be intimidated if I can.” Just to make sure that they left Phoenix alone besides to give her money. If they were scared of Tae or at least uncertain of him, they would be cautious around her, which would be enough.

To further make his point, Tae made a small pose, merely his hand on his head and his other on his waist like a model. Not that it was hard to believe though. With his height and looks, Tae could have become a model if he had enough time and was ordered to do so. But he had no interest, and the way he focused on Phoenix’s constant approval was proof that he would not be sated with any job besides what served her the most.
 
Tae set his hand on hers – a gesture that could have been downright scary a few days ago in the considering his superhuman strength, but had quickly come to be rather comforting. Phoenix gave him a small, close-lipped smile, and nodded as his powerful fingers gave her comparatively delicate appendage a gentle squeeze. “Of course. Thanks to you, too, Tae,” the woman said softly as the cold weight lifted away from her skin. Deciding there was no merit to discussing things further, she said no more. However, even if she’d wanted to, it would have been eclipsed by Tae’s concern. His torso shifted towards her with a purely robotic abruptness before he reached out and touched the spot where Carter’s hands had been.

“Ah, really, it’s fine—” Phoenix felt her spine stiffen and her cheeks flush slightly as she felt his cool touch against her skin. Instinctively she angled her head away, much like a child might try to duck away from a concerned mother. “I’m good, honestly! No pain, no soreness, nothing. Really.” With a light laugh she lightly set a hand on his wrist, lowering it – if he would yield, anyway – back down and towards him. “Thanks for your concern, though, Tae. But I’m all right,” she assured him once more, returning the reassuring squeeze he had given her before withdrawing her own hand back into her lap. It was nice to have someone so concerned for her, and so unconditionally. But she still wasn’t used to it in the least.

Once that matter had passed, discussion about the newest bot ring came to the forefront of the trio’s conversation. Phoenix nodded as Rhys and Tae spoke, somewhat surprised at Tae’s admission that even he probably wouldn’t have found it. While she knew he had limitations, somehow she still had the general idea at the back of her mind that he could do almost anything. However, the android was still able to extrapolate quite a lot of information based on the invitation and the webpage it granted them access to. “Ahh, no kidding?” Rhys’ eyes flickered up to the rear-view mirror, casting an indirect glance at Tae before his attention returned to the road. “Guess I can’t say I’m surprised… Since it’s so exclusive, I imagine they wanna make sure the right people know about it. And probably keep the riff-raff out, too. There’s gotta be someone who looks up the visitors, then. Must be some sort of tracking on the invitations too – so they know who’s inviting who.”

Her head bobbed a little, intrigued by Rhys’ suppositions. But she was in a position where she didn’t have much to add. While Phoenix knew a few things about PETs and technological security, she wasn’t quite savvy enough about this topic to make any meaningful comments. As such, she didn’t say much until it came to the matter of Tae recording… every conversation. “Uh—you do?” Dark eyes shifted towards him, widened slightly as her eyebrows arched beneath her hair. A small frown came over her face as she stared at her robotic for a moment, silently taking in this information for a moment. Similarly, Rhys glanced back at them again, and let out a nervous little chuckle.

“Well… I think it couldn’t hurt,” the man said from the front of the car. “Not like we’ve done anything… exactly… wrong?” Another somewhat uneasy laugh.

Then, Phoenix finally closed her eyes and shrugged. “It’s fine. Rather have records of things in case you need them rather than regret otherwise.” She was thrown off a bit by the sudden revelation that she’d been recorded the whole time she was with Tae, but at the end of the day it wasn’t a big deal. She trusted Tae to keep any incriminating footage or soundbytes of her safe – or delete them if they were compromised – but even then, she didn’t think he’d captured anything that bad. Maybe some of her less-impressive moments over the past few days, but nothing life-ruining. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

As she seemed to accept it, Rhys did as well, and gave a similar shrug as he drove. The topic settled there on its own and seemed to be promptly forgotten after Tae’s shopping proposal. Phoenix, keeping in with her efforts to avoid being a total downer, found herself laughing somewhat sheepishly at his sudden term of endearment. If she wasn’t used to the care and attention from before, she sure as hell wasn’t used to being called ‘my Phoenix’ by anyone. In all honesty she wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but for the time being she decided to brush it off and continue focusing on keeping the atmosphere somewhat cheery. “Hah, well, I don’t know if I deserve a pampering, but I certainly won’t turn it down now. It’ll be nice for you two to get something nice for yourselves, too, since you’ve both been working so hard.”

However, despite her attempts to gloss over Tae’s flattery and keep things from getting to serious, he proceeded to compliment her even more. The blush that had faded form her face earlier on came back in full-force, filling her pale cheeks with a rosy pink that even crept up to the tips of her ears. “I, uh…” It was a rare moment (though these seemed to be getting more common lately): Phoenix couldn’t find any words to say. If it were a human man saying these things at the club or even on a date, she would have no problems coming up with some playful retort, either to turn the flirtation down or keep it going. But with Tae, who spoke with such straightforward honesty and carried such pure intentions, all of his words got her tongue tied in a knot. Pursing her lips, she looked away in embarrassment and shook her head, mumbling, “No, I’m really… not any of that.”

Just as she mentioned this, Rhys chimed in from the front, snickering: “Want me to drop you two lovebirds off at a hotel or something instead?”

“You shut up and drive,” she said, reaching forward to playfully flick his shoulder, though she had to say she was grateful to him for breaking a bit of the tension.

*~*~*~*​

In her semi-sleeping state, Phoenix was vaguely aware of something touching her arm, but she was not conscious enough to think – or worry – about what it was, exactly. Somewhere, for a fleeting moment, a small part of her may have guessed it was Tae, but the idea dissolved as quickly as it appeared. Instead, the waking and the sleeping worlds both tugged at her, as if she were the rope in a lazy tug-of-war. However, the sensations on her appendage gave weight to the unconscious side: it was a soothing, relaxing feeling, that ultimately helped her doze off a little bit. Despite this, she was easily woken up when they got to the boutique, and when Phoenix roused Tae was sitting still in his seat. Had she imagined it, maybe?

It didn’t matter much now. Shrugging it off, she entered the store with her companions, and they all went their separate ways. After a time, she made it to the change room. When she’d tried on most of her own choices, she heard Tae’s voice from the other side of the door, informing her that he’d picked out some things that he thought would look good on her. “Oh, you didn’t have to,” she said, catching a glimpse of colour in her face again. “But thanks. I’ll try them on.” She had been in the middle of taking one dress off, and – in the interest of time – held it against herself for modesty as Tae passed a few dresses into the room with his eyes shut. Phoenix grinned once she noticed but said nothing and simply shut the door again.

Setting aside the item she’d used to cover herself, she decided to take a look at what Tae had chosen. Phoenix picked up the first one, taking a moment to study the colour, cut, and sizing. Unsurprisingly, he got her size right on – he must have looked at her clothes to know, right? Or maybe he guessed? Well, no matter. It was a nice style and colour, and of course the price was not bad too – he’d thought of everything, of course. Her faithful PET, who was still outside the change room, even offered to give his thoughts on each dress.

Phoenix glanced at the time. It would be quicker for her to just change and decide herself, but Tae had gone to the trouble of picking things out for her… so it was only right to show him. “Sure,” she replied, “that’d be great. We’ll have to be a bit quick about it, though, especially if you still need to find something for you.” Then, with that decided, she slipped into the dress she had in her hands before opening the door. It was a longer, navy blue dress that reached the floor, but clung to her figure and had a high, elegant neckline. The woman stood in front of Tae, arching her back and placing a hand on her hip. She’d certainly fit in with the high-class crowd, but it was a bit more expensive than what she was thinking. “Not bad, but pricier than the others.” After sharing her thoughts, she gave Tae a moment to provide his before she returned to the dressing room and went to the next.

It was a V-neck pencil dress in black, with no sleeves. A bit of a racy choice that showed more skin than the last and hugged her body pretty much the same amount. It did feel easier to move around in, though, and it was cheaper. “I like this one,” Phoenix said after emerging from the room. “I could see myself wearing this again, too.” She looked at herself in the mirror, observing her silhouette as Tae gave his opinion. “It’s a strong contender,” the woman concluded, before returning to try the third one on.

The last option was knee-length – a bit longer than the pencil dress, but shorter than the first. It was an off-shoulder A-line dress, offering a bit of compromise between the two other dresses with an elegant skirt and a more revealing top. It, too, was more expensive, but not as much as the first. “It’s cute,” she remarked, coming out to show Tae for the last time, “but I don’t know if it’s really my style.” Puckering her lips to one side in thought, she twirled a bit, watching the skirt ruffle around her legs. Once more, she waited until Tae had given his thoughts before entering the room again. “I’m going to look at a couple quickly before I decide, but feel free to go look around for yourself now. Thanks for your help!”

Following another try-on of the pencil dress, she decided on that and found Tae, who’d picked out a simple suit for himself. “Looks good,” Phoenix said, nodding. She stepped back a bit as he slipped the jacket over his current clothes and adjusted his posture, much like a human would. Even now, after all she’d been through, she still found herself rather amazed at how lifelike Tae could seem. Especially as he preened himself a little, combing back his hair and lifting his chin with a smile. In all honesty, he looked quite handsome – and it seemed she was not the only one who thought so, as another customer gave him an up-and-down glance while she passed by.

Focusing her attention back on Tae, she smiled at him as he struck a pose. “You look good. We could put you on the cover of a magazine.” If only they had more time and fewer worries, then maybe they could make some money with Tae as a model.

Shortly after, Rhys came to their side. “Lookin’ nice, man,” he said, grinning. “If only I had even a fraction of your looks.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I got my stuff picked out. Just a normal suit, nothing fancy.” The man held up a navy blazer, matching pants, and a white button-down shirt. “I’ll pay for my own stuff, by the way – think I’m probably long overdue for a wardrobe update. I would’ve never come here myself, so you and Tae being here’s more than enough for me.” Phoenix must have been making a face, as he quickly assured her, “So don’t worry about it. For real.”

She eyed him with a frown, but soon sighed, relenting. As much as she’d like to do the polite thing and insist, she didn’t really have the luxury of doing that right now. “All right. Then we should pay and go back to get ready.”

They moved to the cashiers, where Phoenix paid for her dress and Tae’s suit, and Rhys checked out at the other register. Seeing the numbers add up one by one made her stomach sink a little lower with each digit and doling out each bill made her heart feel a bit emptier. But, as her unpleasant reality broke through her temporary retail-induced bliss, she did her best to remind herself that this was a necessary purchase. And it’d be an investment, too. And so, once she was handed her fancy, clothing-filled bag and her receipt, she managed to leave the store without feeling too horrible overall.

Once they’d all piled back into Rhys’ car, purchases in tow, Phoenix began thinking about her next step. “So, what kind of other preparations do you think we need to make? Any maintenance we should do? Or research that could possibly be done?” she asked as she buckled herself in.
 
When Tae touched her face and Phoenix recoiled, Tae pulled his own hand away quickly in almost a flinching motion of his own. Immediately and openly, Tae’s brows creased and a frown found its ways on his face. It hurt in almost a physical manner to see her pull away like that. But Tae tried not to show it. So while his hands put his hands on his lap and clenched his own fingers, he returned his face to his neutral and default expression, but his adam’s apple was bobbing up and down as if he was swallowing words or tears that threatened to come up.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. I’d hate to hear that I let someone hurt you,” Tae said in a voice lacking his normal enthusiasm but still possessing some sort of fondness, no matter how forced. But Tae would never admit to being hurt by her flinching. It was not his place to do so. He could have been happy that she ever let him touch her.

The small pleasures came when Phoenix reached over and squeezed his hand, causing Tae to smile and relax again, his mood improved just that easily like he was never hurt in the first place, although he would not forget her flinching either. No matter his current mood, the memory would not go away.

It was never nice to admit that he could not do something, but this place's protections were top grade. “With some improved parts and perhaps an outside hub, I probably could find every fighting ring in the city, it’s just that my hardware is not really built for hacking.” The priority was combat and faking human behavior. This was a bit of defensive action, needing to make himself still have worth, but he did not care too much. He knew he was valued even if he did have limits at the current time. “I suspect so. If I had more time I’d try to figure out who that someone was but… time is of the essence.”

“Yes of course. You never know when a memory could be useful or hide some important bit of data you missed at first,” Tae said with confidence, not really noticing that the pair were uncomfortable with something so core to his being. “Don’t worry though, I would delete every trace of you both from my memory if I was somehow compromised. It would take a single second to make my records unavailable for a human or hacking program. Your security is my utmost priority, after all.” And after that was his need to serve which often meant keeping data for just in case scenarios. “And without my original memory card, I can’t keep as many recordings as I used to be able to. So my recordings of you both are less than they could be.”

“I did show you both this ability at our fist fighting ring where I replayed the encounter with the staff in order to prove that I was not human.” This seemed like forever ago, but Tae remembered it perfectly. They did not think that Tae was human so they would not let them in, so Tae projected the image of their encounter from his eyes, making it so that the guard would believe that he was not human, or at least mostly not human. At least Phoenix understood the purpose of these records, or she seemed to. It was a precaution, a just in case forethinking action, nothing more.

“And of course neither of you have done anything wrong!” Tae said with conviction, his tone implying complete confidence in his words. “Even if your actions are not legal by competing in illegal bot fighting, your end goals are more than noble and far outweigh the methods taken! And since I am agreeing to these fights rather than being manipulated by a controller, your innocence is even more secure.”

For all of Tae’s genius, he did not notice his verbal slip up. Calling her ‘my phoenix’ was an accident, and one that he did not notice even as she reacted in embarrassment. Oh, Tae noticed her embarrassment, but he did not know what he did wrong. “Oh you deserve pampering without a doubt! You work too hard not to earn such a pleasure! When all of this over, assuming I am still one piece, I will be sure to pamper you until you cannot imagine being without it. Massages, good food, entertainment, no financial worries, everything you desire will be yours. I’m looking forward to the day that I can take care of you without all of this stress being placed upon you.”

A confession of devotion, not that that was anything new for Tae. He wanted to serve her forever, but now this service was almost domestic, almost most certainly loving. After all, not only did he want her to have an easy life like all PETs did, but he wanted to make her feel pleasure and true contentment. Everyday life joy was his goal. Besides, he enjoyed pampering her, so why not make the action a daily thing?

“I don’t need anything nice,” Tae reaffirmed, “I’m going to probably get ripped up and pierced during fights, so it would be a waste of money to get me anything too nice.” This was a fact, and one Tae did not seem uncomfortable with. “But Rhys deserves something nice at least. He’s been a loyal, irreplaceable member of our team from the start. Without him we would be far less well off.” Tae was not prone to flattery for those other than Phoenix. She was his focus, after all, and even if he complimented others, this time these sentences implied far more appreciation than he normally did to his non-masters.

This time, when Phoenix seemed embarrassed and blushing about his praise of her, Tae realized why. Human emotion was still hard to grasp, but Lai.pro did help with this kill somewhat. “I apologize if I was too forward and stepped over some boundaries. I merely wanted to be honest with you about how I think and feel. I truly do see you as all of those virtues and more.”

When Rhys made a comment about a hotel and them being lovebirds, Tae spoke up even though he probably should not have logically, but emotions were stronger than mind now that Lai.pro was installed. “You should not joke about such things, Rhys. My love for Phoenix does not mean anything sexual as you are implying. I merely want her to be happy and feel cared for, and I will do whatever it takes to make her feel such.” Although sexual acts, if she craved them, would fit into this phrase. If sex would make her happy or make her feel cared for, then he would provide with joy.

Never mind that Tae just said that he loved Phoenix. That was nothing new to him, although it may have been new to the human pair in front of him who had not heard such words from him until now.

*~*~*~*

Despite her flinching earlier, Tae could not help but express his affection while she slept. It was nothing intrusive, but running his fingers lightly over her arm filled him with such joy as well as security that she was sleeping fairly soundly that it could not be helped.

Once in the store, Tae had to share his opinions and offer Phoenix the dresses he had looked into online before they even arrived. “I know I did not have to, but I wanted to. I know you have good taste without my help, but I figured my online searching would at least offer some suggestions you did not encounter just by browsing.” She would be lovely in anything she wore, but there was nothing shameful about trying to make her look her absolute best. “Thank you for indulging me,” Tae said when she agreed to try them on. He was being forward again, but until she asked him not to act this way, he could not help it.

“Don’t worry about me, Phoenix. I don’t need anything special to be happy.” Tae had said similar things many times before, but that did not change the fact that she and therefore her appearance was far more important to Tae than anything. He would walk into the ring naked before he saw Phoenix enter the building in anything less than perfection.

The first dress Phoenix tried on was the most elegant of the bunch, the navy blue one that held an air of nobility as well as physical confidence. After all, something that clung in such a way would always imply some sort of physical confidence. “It’s more expensive, but you will fit in with the others more easily. Besides, you look like a queen in that dress. True royalty. I do believe I have seen similar styles on modern russion nobility, or at least the closest modern comparisons.” Phoenix was royalty that all should bow to, Tae thought but did not say. He could have made them bow if she wanted him too, but she likely did not desire such a thing, so he would not push such a notion.

The second option was the most feminine of the bunch, meaning that it highlighted her feminine features the most of all the dresses and all of the lewd thoughts that tended to follow such appearances. Tae may not have ever thought of sex first, but that did not mean he did not know that human men tended to think about sex long before any other thing. He could use that to all of their advantages if Phoenix was comfortable with such a thing.

When Phoenix said that she liked the black dress and that she would wear it again, Tae almost glowed with pride, although not in his normal eye glowing away. Instead, he just smiled. “You look beautiful in it, so I’m not surprised. You would be the envy and desire of all no matter what occasion you wore this too. I certainly would not be able to keep my eyes off you… although I'll admit to being bias since you are divine in anything you wear. I will have to make sure no one gets too close to rude with you when you wear this.” This was not putting fault in Phoenix, but there was no secret about many men being pigs and therefore demanding that Phoenix or Tae, her protector by his own declaration, defend her honor and bodily autonomy.

The final option was more of a compromise of the bunch, which was Tae’s intention. “I do like the way it spins away from you when you turn. It makes you look like a flower in bloom. Perhaps it is not your normal style, but change is good… and after all, you are not going to be Phoenix whenever you wear this.” Although Tae would secretly admit, despite his honest praise, that this was not his favorite of the bunch either. He liked to see her comfortable, and therefore that often meant the black and semi- punk style she was fond of. And Tae was fond of it too after seeing her in so many inspiring outfits during their time together. Still, Tae would adore her in anything, so whatever she chose, even if it was not his own picks, he would praise until the sun rose.

That being said, when Tae saw that Phoenix chose one of the dresses he suggested, he was more than pleased. In fact, when he noticed that, Tae grinned openly in a moment of vain pride for something that he had done. It obviously felt good to be right, but this was a kind of right far different from his normal data. This was right about an opinion, about taste, and that made it so much more pleasing when he was correct in his educated guesses.

This pleased state made Tae happy and confident enough to pose for her despite being in a public location where others could see. He was not supposed to draw attention, but how could he not in situations like this? Tae noticed the other’s looking, but Tae never looked away from Phoenix, searching for her praise far more than any strangers.

“Why thank you. I have reason to believe I was designed to be attractive, and I am glad for that fact. Makes us a better pair since we match, don’t you think?”

When Rhys arrived, Tae lessened his bravado, but it did not go away. Instead he ran a hand through his hair once again and chuckled, “Thank you. But you are quite handsome yourself; don’t sell yourself short. After all, unlike me, you are subject to randomized fertilization. You will look amazing in that suit.” If he wanted to pay for the suit, Tae would let him. He could pay the man back later after debts were paid to the criminals overseas and Phoenix was free from their hold entirely.

Checking out was a quick process since there were very few customers so late at night, and Tae was grateful for that. Although being here was a nice change, Tae was antsy to be productive and therefore that meant going to go fight his foes until he was scrap metal. Whatever it took.

Once back in the car and Phoenix questioned their purchase, Tae had to think for a moment before answering which was often unlike him. High-tech minds often had fast speed answers, after all. Still, once the moment was over, Tae had a solid answer he was confident about. “I don’t think we can do any more preparation than we already have until we want to spend another day repairing me and purchasing upgrades. All I think the bulk of us need to know is that the foes we will be facing today will likely be large PETs or semi-humanoid PETS,” Up until Tae, the best PETs were humanoid but still blocky and lacked skin or true beauty. Some of the sex PETs, an offbrand company technically unaffiliated with Dorian Douglas but in secret was still run by him, had human skin but they seemed to sacrifice skill and technological talents for skin and human sensitivity. "I think this will be an asset though. My fighting programs are far more suited for human foes, so this will possibly be easier than any night we have had before even if these PETs feature abnormal, unexpected upgrades.”

“A few names I want to mention though is that the mayor is expected to be here tonight. He is not a competitor, but he will be there as an audience member and possibly a sponsor of some other pair. There are also signs that the celebrity Angelix Cox will be there, and she had a PET that is actually competing in the form of an octopus, bear hybrid PET. She is far from renowned in this ring, but she tends to make it to mid-tier each time. I suspect that she is a newbie breaker, although no evidence besides her fighting records suggests that exactly.”

This was all just extra information Tae dug up while shopping, but it was something and that was really all they could hope for. If they even had a slight hint towards what could happen, that would give them a step up from the alternative which was walking into there without even a speck of knowledge.

“Besides that, I think we are ready to go. Being late is likely not looked favorably on.” In fact, being late could make them just be disqualified on principle. High-end establishments were far from forgiving when it came to messing up their schedules. After all, being late could mean that the rich patrons did not get their meals on time and that itself was an apocalyptic event.
 
Phoenix had not flinched out of malice, but moreso out of reflex – she’d not been doted on in such a way since she was a young child, and was simply not accustomed to being touched in such a way. In general, the woman didn’t give much thought at all to her actions or how they were perceived by Tae; thus, she was quite oblivious to the minute shift in his demeanour, taking only his words and other gestures that followed. In particular, the two humans’ attention was quite preoccupied by the notion of being recorded all the time. Even in this day and age, with AI and technology literally everywhere one looked, for whatever reason it seemed they still believed they had a basic standard of privacy… even if they didn’t.

This disconnect between their beliefs and reality was starkly highlighted by Tae’s admission, however the two were relatively eased by his assurance he’d delete everything about them if needed. Not that either of them doubted the android would do so – especially Phoenix – but hearing it said aloud was comforting nonetheless. Though, admittedly, the pair felt slightly foolish as Tae matter-of-factly reminded them of this ability during their first foray into the bot-fighting world. “Oh yeah,” Rhys said, with a small laugh, which Phoenix joined in with a slight chuckle of her own. It hadn’t been that long ago, but the event already got buried beneath the events that occurred since, as well as her exhaustion of course.

Just in case this wasn’t enough, Tae continued to reassure them that they hadn’t done anything wrong. “Hah, thanks, Tae,” Phoenix said with a somewhat wry smile. “Not sure how much nobility holds up in court though.” She said nothing else to the matter, though, preferring not to pile on any more worries than she already had been. Speaking of which, Tae cheerfully began to list off a number of activities that sounded absolutely amazing right now. The woman’s smile broadened, a quiet, genuine delight taking place of the sheepishness. “I’d love that. For real.” Even if she had to stay in her shitty apartment, still scraping by on what money she had, she’d be pretty happy if someone gave her massages and cooked her food alone, let alone all that other stuff.

It would be nice if that could happen, but… it sounded too good to be true. Such picture-perfect lives did not happen in reality, and especially not to poor people like her. Not only that, but the matter of ‘returning’ Tae still lingered at the back of her head, and now that they seemed to know who Tae’s true master was…

…. Again, they could cross that bridge when they got there.

Eventually, Tae’s expanded his flattery to include Rhys, who looked back at him once they came to a red light. “Wow, really?” He smiled, his brow tenting above his eyes. “I… that’s honestly one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. Thanks, Tae.” His usual, easy-going, semi-joking tone had softened into something more vulnerable, and Phoenix could tell he was sincerely touched by the compliment.

“He’s right, though,” she chimed in, giving him a nod before he had to turn around. Rhys had been indispensable indeed, not only for his knowledge, connections, and (frankly) money, but for his support and simple presence as well. Thanks to Tae, Phoenix wasn’t alone in her current plight, but it definitely helped to have a long-time friend at her side as well.

The conversation circled back to Tae and his feelings towards her. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Phoenix said, waving her hand, only to be promptly thrown for a loop yet again as Tae off-handedly mentioned his love for her while he semi-scolded Rhys for his joke. Somehow, the colour in her face deepened even further, the embarrassment burning all the way to her ears. By ‘love’ she hoped he meant something platonic, or maybe filial, but in the context of the conversation and everything else he’d said she couldn’t help but interpret it as romantic. And to this, she was simply speechless. Phoenix wasn’t sure how to respond, but thankfully the subject seemed to fall away on its own, saving her from trying to figure out how to handle a robot’s love for her.

*~*~*~*​

While their impromptu bout of retail therapy did well to distract Phoenix from her problems for a short time, the matter of Tae’s feelings was not so easily forgotten. The compliments continued, on and on as they shopped and especially as he gave his feedback about her dresses. If any human man told her she looked like a queen, or that she was divine, or a flower in bloom, her eyes would roll so far back she’d see the inside of her skull. Moreover, she would’ve thought that she’d start to get used to Tae complimenting her. Yet here she was, glowing pink with her heart a-flutter as if she was thirteen all over again.

She didn’t dislike the attention or the compliments, but part of her hated how it made her feel. Phoenix felt weak-willed and silly; being swayed by pretty words was not something she normally did. Neither was getting flustered or at a loss for words. Phoenix didn’t feel like herself when she was like this; but then again, she hadn’t quite felt herself at all these last few days. Maybe it was the stress, then, getting to her? Sure, let’s go with that, she eventually thought to herself, before adding to her ever-growing mental pile of ‘things to ignore until later’.

And Phoenix did, as best she could at least, as the trio made their purchases and reconvened in the car. She looked between her two companions, who both seemed to take a moment to think. It was a bit surprising that Tae didn’t have an instant answer, but he was still ready with a reply faster than Rhys was. The woman nodded as he spoke, actually quite relieved to hear the first part of his response. The heaviness she’d felt constantly on her chest even seemed to ease a little, as if made lighter by a glimmer of hope.

However, he went on to add that the mayor would be there, and that the famous Angelix Cox might make an appearance. Phoenix tilted her head a little, taking a second to think over this information. “Hm. Good to know… hopefully won’t get us into any more trouble, though,” she said after mulling it over briefly. Neither would be an obvious detriment, but they would still have to be careful not to step on their toes. Or anyone’s, for that matter. Getting entangled with any more rich, powerful people was not in her best interests.

With that, Tae concluded they were ready and would do well to make the fights on time. Rhys, who was turned around slightly in his seat, nodded. “Sounds good. I think we could drop by your apartment for a quick wardrobe change and freshening up – it’s pretty much on the way.” With that, he faced forward and buckled himself in before starting the car and driving off. Once they were out on the road, he offered some encouragement. “I’ve got a good feeling about tonight, though. I think we’re gonna do good – I mean, I’ve only heard random things about these rich rings, and they might just be rumours, but… I think a lot of these hoity-toity folks are different from people like Cree. I don’t think they’re into the nitty-gritty, ruthless fighting – I think they’re probably there for entertainment first and foremost, right? Know what I mean?”

“You’re saying they’ve got less stake in winning,” Phoenix said, arching a brow gently. She knew even less than he did, so all she could do was take his and Tae’s word for it.

“Yeah, I mean, maybe – not to say they’re not serious, but… I’m just wondering if they’ll be less likely to pull dirty crap like Cree did, or fight tooth-and-nail. They all have money and status already, so it’s just… fun and games.” Rhys paused, glancing at them in the rearview mirror before giving a shrug. “But I’m just speculating. Could be wrong.”

“It’d be nice if you weren’t,” Phoenix said lightly. Wouldn’t be a bad thing to catch a break right about now.

*~*~*~*​

At Phoenix’s apartment, the three quickly went up to change and get themselves in presentable condition. Upon entering her home, they agreed to take no more than twenty minutes. Although she had a fair bit of work to do on herself, she figured she had to provide some materials for her companions. While she lacked any men’s products, she lent some hairspray and hair mousse to Rhys and Tae if they wanted to use it. In terms of cologne she set out a somewhat neutral scent she had – a sort of woody, sea-breeze perfume she’d gotten from someone as a gift a while back. This was more for Rhys than Tae, of course, but if he wanted to use it, it was fine. Finally, she pulled out her clothes iron and ironing board for their suits. After finding these things for the men she swiftly fixed herself up.

Tempting as it was to wash her face and apply her cosmetics on clean skin, there was no time. After blotting away any excess oil that had built up during the day, she added to her existing makeup. Without thinking too hard about it, she opted for a slightly bolder look: crimson eyeshadow with a bit of subtle glitter and brighter red accents, a pair of false eyelashes, blood red lipstick, and a bit of blush to balance things out. Once satisfied with her face, she put on her dress, adjusted her wig, and used a few spritzes of the nicest perfume she owned: a sample-sized bottle of a rich, oud-based scent which she’d nabbed for free somewhere a while back.

Then, she rummaged through the back of her closet and produced a small black jewelry box. Phoenix pulled out a silver ring and slipped it over her index finger, followed by a thin golden (well, actually it was only gold-plated) bracelet. It wasn’t much and it wasn’t that nice, but she figured she had to put something on, lest she look too plain without any accessories. With two minutes to spare, Phoenix shoved her essentials in a black clutch, slipped on a pair of stiletto heels and made her way to the door. Rhys sat nearby, trying to read up on something by the looks of it. He looked up as she came into the room and gave her a rather awkward thumbs-up after rising to his feet. “You look great, Phoenix. You’re gonna fit right in.”

“Thanks. You, too.” She gave her friend a grin. She’d never seen him in a suit before, but it was not a bad change. For something he wore straight off the rack, his clothes fit pretty well. They needed some tailoring, of course, but he looked pretty presentable with his hair styled back and his beard smoothed and tidied out somewhat.

Unfortunately, he was outshone somewhat by Tae. Honestly, though, most men would pale in comparison. Hell, Phoenix even felt rather humbled by him. But it was nothing to feel bad about – who could stand a chance against someone meant to be physically perfect, anyway? Nevertheless, she did not neglect to acknowledge him either. “And of course, Tae, you look great as well.” She turned to him, unconsciously smiling wider as her eyes settled on his face. However, her attention didn’t linger long. “If we're all good, then let’s get going.”

*~*~*~*​

They piled back into the car and were promptly on her way. Phoenix glanced at the red numbers glaring at her through the darkness from the console of the car: 9:34. Their goal was to get there by 9:55, just a bit earlier than the 10:00 start time. Inhaling deeply, her fingers curled a little tighter around her clutch as she pried her gaze away to look out the window. Apparently, their destination was somewhere in the rich part of town: the ‘Beverly Hills’ of their city, so to speak. They had just entered the area, and already it felt like she was in a different world. Long gone were the grimy apartment complexes and run-down homes of her neighbourhood; instead, there were only mansions as far as she could see. Magnificent, illuminated mini-palaces with sprawling yards and towering, ornate gates to keep the so-called “riff-raff” out.

“I wonder who’s house we’re going to?” Rhys murmured from the front seat, as his PET chirped out driving directions next to him. “I doubt there’s some place around here only for bot fighting…” Phoenix had no answers but shared his curiosity.

The rest of the car ride was mostly quiet, the soft melodies from the radio serving as the primary source of white noise for their journey. Then, when the clock read 9:48, Rhys’ PET cheerfully informed them that they’d arrived at their destination. It was a gorgeous house, but compared to the others they had passed there was nothing that particularly stood out from it – visually, at least. There did seem to be a fair amount of activity, with several people making their way thorough the grand double doors at the front of the building while valets took their sports cars away to park. Rhys idled for a moment, double checking the address before confirming, “Yeah, this is it.”

Shortly after he announced this, a hulking man dressed in a security uniform approached their car. He nodded, leaning in as Rhys lowered the window. “Good evening, folks,” he greeted, amicably enough as he looked between them with a sharp gaze. “This is a private function, so I’d appreciate it if you moved along so our guests can enter.” Friendly, but firm.

“We have an invitation,” Phoenix chimed in, leaning forward slightly in her seat to speak with the guard unobstructed by the seat. Well, referral, but it would surely be good enough. With that, she looked to Tae and gave a nod, signaling for him to show the referral in question.

The guard looked at it, taking a moment to study it before pausing yet again to look carefully at Rhys’ and Phoenix’s faces. She smiled calmly at him, holding her gaze steady on his face as he made eye contact. Finally, he nodded. “My apologies. Come right in,” he replied, straightening up and stepping back. As he fell back to his position at the gate, he gave a wave, prompting the heavy metal gates to swing open.

“Thanks,” Rhys said, returning the nod when they passed him on the way in. The gates shut behind them as they drove up to the front of the house, where they were greeted by a valet. His truck stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the other sleek, expensive sports cars, but aside from a few stares it was unacknowledged. Phoenix stepped out of the car, giving a small motion for Tae to follow. Rhys handed over his keys before following them both up the marble steps and into the mansion before them.

If they hadn’t flashed their referral, Phoenix would’ve thought they’d just stumbled into a party. There were people everywhere they looked, chatting and mingling over drinks and hors d’oeuvres. However, as they walked a little further into the lobby, they saw a couple with a small elephant PET at their side speaking to a woman tapping deftly on a holographic keyboard. After a few moments she looked up, smiling as she spoke to them before welcoming them into the room beyond. Phoenix exchanged a quick look with Rhys before sauntering up to the woman, her heels clacking against the tile as she went.

“Good evening,” the woman said, her smile lingering as she studied their group, much in the same way the security detail had. “And welcome to Vigrid. Always a pleasure to see some new faces. May I see your invitation or referral, please?”

With a polite grin, Phoenix silently nodded to Tae, prompting him to repeat his action again. The woman took a moment to observe the hologram before turning back to her own hologram and punching in a code faster than she could decipher. A second later, she could see Carter’s name in small print appear on her screen, which led her to look up with an even brighter expression. “Excellent, thank you very much. I take it you will be participating in bot fighting today, then? If I could just have your name and the name of your PET, I’ll register you into our pool for the night.”

“Sure. I’m Nyx – N-Y-X – and this is Tae – T-A-E.”

“Thank you! Some easy names for a change,” the woman said with a melodious laugh, her nimble fingers punching in the six letters before she looked up. “Fantastic. You’re all registered – your fight will begin at 10:20 in the amphitheater just down the hall and to the left.” She stepped aside to point down the hall and motioned in the appropriate direction. “There is a maintenance area if you would like to prepare. Otherwise, feel free to enjoy some refreshments and food before your time slot. If you have any questions or concerns about anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out to myself or any of my colleagues.”

Another smile and nod from Phoenix. “Thanks very much,” she said, trying to relax her tone and demeanour to fit in with the jovial atmosphere. With that, the woman wished them a good night before they moved forward, further into the humungous mansion. “Let’s see where we have to go first,” Phoenix went on, following the woman’s directions towards the stage. After passing through clusters of beautiful, well-dressed people, she came to the area in question.

It was impressive to say the least. A large, circular arena lay in what seemed to be at basement-level; a bright red platform encircled with sleek metal railings and a glass barrier for good measure. Around it were about five or six levels that extended about two floors above them, all decorated with a mix of plush, reclining seats and dining tables. There were several screens placed around the area, some of which displayed the schedule for the night and others that displayed pictures of contestants and their PETs. Notably, at the highest level there was also a small booth with microphones and some audio-visual equipment – a commentator box, it seemed. The area took up quite a large amount of the home, and it undoubtedly cost a lot to design and build this big, open area.

Looking back down to the level they were on, Phoenix noted a few headset-wearing men and women directing fighters further into the amphitheater, likely to the maintenance or prep areas. “This is certainly different,” Phoenix laughed, somewhat bewildered. “Well, what do you two want to do? Look around or go get ready?”
 
Whether or not her sense of discomfort was born from her past or a personal matter, Tae even with his enhanced emotional status took it personally. He could not help but be offended by her repulsion to his touch.

How could one blame him, with his revelation about her feelings, for being a bit dimmed in personality? So when the talk about his recording of conversations came up, he could only respond with numb instructions and facts rather than true personal investment, although he was dedicated no matter what his tone implied.

“I can make sure that it does,” Tae said in response to her concern that nobility did not hold up in court. “It’s pretty easy to alter footage for me, and if I pretend to be a mindless machine, then they won’t suspect a thing.” He’d be broken apart before he willingly let either of them get caught. "No one suspects true investment in a machine."

~~~

All possible legal activity was overshadowed by shopping, something apparently none of them had done in a long time. The two humans seemed somewhat excited although Tae could not match it in exactly the same way. Finding clothing for himself meant nothing, but finding someone for them, something that would make them both feel like Gods on Earth? He could feel joy and pride when that happened, so he worked to make it happen for Phoenix at the very least.

When he turned his compliments to Rhys, Tae beamed with pride when Rhys was flattered. It was so hard to turn off Tae’s flattery normally, especially when he saw it hit home in a positive way. Knowing now that it meant a lot to Rhys, Tae had to say more. “Of course, Rhys! I only wish that I could have said this sooner if I knew that you’ve been denied the truth for so long! You are a kind man with mind and body anyone would be lucky to have. I know of few other people who are amazing in all of the most important traits.”

Phoenix was blushing. Tae could see it, and he cocked his head to the side as he examined it. Dropping his volume down so that Rhys in the front could not hear him, Tae leaned over and whispered, “Am I embarrassing you? Please tell me if I am. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or cause you problems.” This resulted in his lips being close to her ears, possibly brushing against them physically. Lai.pro made him better at identifying emotions, so he could see it and identify emotion in himself, but that did not mean that he was fully proficient in conversation. He may as well have been someone from an entirely different culture, so he had a lot to learn even if he knew the basics of breathing in general. “I just don’t like lying or hiding anything from you. If you want me to, I can try to not compliment you.”

~~~

Shopping ended, and they were back in the car. The mood was better now, and Tae was glad, although it was a shame to bring up business. It was necessary but unfortunate that he had to play a part in removing the glow from their cheeks and persona.

“I don’t think their presence will cause us any trouble. After all, they are there for the same thing as us. Unless we give them a personal reason to target us, there is almost no chance that they do anything besides watch and lose some money.” It would take a lot of work and intention to get the attention of such important people. Unlike Carter, these people had no investment in bots long term. They would not become violent if they failed to control Tae or a single fight… ideally at least. Humans were sometimes illogical and often unpredictable.

Tae had no opposition to state when it came to returning home for a half-hour or so to freshen up. Humans had to deal with sweat and other bodily problems where he did not, so he could not judge or blame them. Just because he was installed with some form of perfume or cologne, whatever one wished to call it, he always smelled at least semi-decent. He made sure that he did. If his perfume was not enough, he would wash his hair and body. Simple as that, but now, that was not needed. The fact that any time he showered now due to his exposed innards was a risk to his very existence did not help sanitary measures. At the very least he could rely on a sponge bath and his perfume.

“I have a great feeling as well!” Tae said, “Everything seems to suggest that this will go as well if not better than our past flights. I’ve mentioned this before, but most of my abilities are meant to fight off human foes. The more money our foes have, the greater likelihood that they have humanoid PETs. They intend to be stronger, but I am programmed for this, so I should be able to do more. I can be entertaining and, to be frank, more deadly than before. I suit this type of fighting greatly.”

“And although I do not like what Chrysos did, I will say that I don’t consider it dirty. When there are no rules, it is hard to do something dishonorable. His attacks were non-direct, but they were effective, and I respect him for the innovation. Not everyone is skilled at face to face combat, after all.” A pause, but not at all a long one. “I do agree though, our rich enemies will likely be more invested in a show than they will be winning. I can put on a show, especially if we chat with our foes beforehand so that I can learn what they are interested in most, whether it be personality or combat prowess.”

~~~~~

Once at the apartment, Tae did take advantage of Phoenix’s hairspray. He did not use much, his hair did not need much, but to create a greater artificial appearance he used the hairspray to make himself more solid and unchangeable. His brand currently was pretending to be less advanced than he really was, so such stable hair would make that happen. Furthermore, he looked a lot more formal when his hair was not in front of his eyes, so that added a benefit to the smoothed back hairstyle.

Tae looked like a very young but respectable businessman. Like he just graduated from college but would be able to talk circles around you when it came to finances. Sure, that was true, but it was not because of his intelligence that he overridden most with his large database. He was a computer so lived with different standards when it came to what he should know and expect.

When Phoenix revealed herself, Tae dressed as well as a robot expecting to be ripped to shreds could be, he beamed at her figure. “You really are a sight, Phoenix. It’s such a shame that you have to wear a wig so often. You’re so beautiful that covering yourself may as well be a crime.” And she was. Tae thought so at least, and he was able to access true statistical data, and that data told him that she was above average when it came to beauty, kindness, and class. “I hope one day I can take you somewhere nice without you having to hide who you truly are.”

Tae did not mean to praise Phoenix so much and Rhys so little in comparison, but it was simply how he worked. She was his master and mistress, so of course he would be more submissive towards her. Even if she was not, Tae respected her and loved her so much that anything less than blatant praise was a crime so he would never do it. She was amazing, and Tae would make sure that she knew. Humans so often did not know the divinity they possessed, and Tae would not stand for that.

“Thank you for the compliment!” Tae loudly exclaimed when Phoenix complimented his appearance. For the second time this night, Tae made a pose involving a hand against his forehead and another on his waist. “It may be artificial, but I feel like I suit this appearance! Feels like me! Besides, the better I look, the more it will look like I belong with you two beautiful people!”

~~~~~

Tae’s compliment was quickly overshadowed by the need to leave. Business before pleasure, after all. Tae knew that fact well. He had no other choice. His soul, no matter how mechanical, demanded this level of understanding of priorities.

He would always be last, and he was fine with that. He really was.

By ten, the group was at the esteemed location with a few minutes to spare. It was clearly a high-end neighborhood, and although Tae did not feel out of place, he had to imagine that the rest of the trio did. They were, after all, not people made of money. This level of extravagance surely was great for them. Tae, on the other hand, cared nothing for money so was unimpressed.

His love for others and things was born mostly out of a sense of servitude, not greed. He liked dancing, but that was a small trait in comparison to the rest of his personality and motivations.

Arriving at the house, Tae was ready to do whatever was needed. Fight or talk, prove his status or kill, whatever it took. Thankfully, all Tae had to do was show the referral through his eye projection and everything was cared for. Carter had pull in this city like many others. Not as much as Dorian Douglas, but plenty enough to worry and be impressed by.

Tae was no anarchist, far from it to be honest, but he did see the way that their car stood out and felt an impulsive desire to destroy anything that made them look worse than others. He knew that it was unreasonable, but he desperately wanted to break the fancy cars worth more than some people’s homes. Doing so would, in the long term, help his humans, so it seemed worth it in the moment. Tae even stopped walking to look at the parking of expensive vehicles, but he held back. He was working with short term problems, so long term solutions like destroying the property of rich fools would not hold. He would hold back his power like always because it was needed.

Meeting the woman, Tae once against showed the referral image through his eyes. It was not only the easiest way but also a very telling way. Not many humans had eyes that could perform computer tasks, and those that could were often used a very obvious monocle or the like.

When registered, Tae was glad to hear that his name, as well as he knew it, was making this stranger’s life easier. She was not necessarily an ally but she was not a foe. Making a human’s life harder was not ideal for him, so this result was perfect albeit in a small way.

“I can pull up the blueprints if needed,” Tae informed before quickly clarifying. “They have changed the building a lot since its original production, so many things are not up to code, so if something goes wrong I can use the original plans to figure out the most likely paths out of this place.” No one would do more construction than needed, so the original plans would reflect the current escape paths. It was simple and useful information. It was a precaution, nothing more.

Entering the main portion of this arena was simple. It certainly overwhelmed this building, Tae had to say. Clearly a lot of money was put into this place. Seeing such a detailed, well thought out system of entertainment almost made Tae disappointed that fighting was not a more common feature of society. Like sports, this was just a show to watch, only here so humans were hurt. One would think morals would dictate that bots killing each other would be better than humans hurting each other, but based on the law, that was not the case. Perhaps it was because those who outfitted their PETs with weapons were also often those who would misuse the weapons?

There was something else giong on though. Tae often moved around buildings and situations with confidence, but that was because he had data, here Tae found himself moving easily even without having been here before or looking at his maps. This was just… familiar? He had not been specifically here before, but likely places like it. Rich, well developed fighting rings; Tae with his skills and his old master likely frequented places like this if his base sensations were to be trusted even though he lacked any kind of animal instincts.

“I’m comfortable here,” Tae said oddly more to himself than to Phoenix for once. It was an observation. “My old master likely took me to places like this before. I feel the need to go talk to people.” And he did. All of Tae’s senses instinctively were focused on figuring out who the people he saw were and then also figuring weaknesses, whether that was some dump post on social media or Tae hacking into their bank accounts. Everything was useful, and Tae felt the need to make use of his information.

Tae's eyes while he came up with all of this information were downright erratic. Left to right multiple times in a second, Tae was seeking and confirming information so fast that no human would be able to comprehend it. If anything, the rate of his eyes was likely slower than the rate of his brain. From an outside view, he probably looked odd, but Tae had to know. He had to know the names and the importance of all of these outsiders but important and influential people. He had to gather information or they would be at a disadvantage, so he would do it even if it made him look less appealing due to his erratic eyes and focus.

Dorian Douglas would not be here. Carter would not have sent them here if that was even a possibility, but Tae found himself looking anyway. Looking for other undercover human PET or people who would recognize him even though he would not them. The problem was, familiarity was not an impossibility. He was a Human PET found on bot fighting ring sites. At this point, anyone with a slight interest could find his face at least.

Tae was busy with this matter, but when Phoenix spoke, Tae’s eyes calmed and focused on her for an extended period of time. “Besides checking out our direct competition, I see no financial gain from looking around further. It is possible that our first foe is in the waiting room though.”

“ I will say, based on statistical data, at least half of our foes tonight will have access to sexual PETs” which were humanoid robots who sacrificed intelligence and self-sufficiency in the name of sexual proficiency. Tae had all three though. “At least a quarter of these people do frequent PET brothels. If you would like, I could try to discern who these people are? It could give us an edge in the fight if they have some… ulterior motive to not-win.” Tae had no interest in interacting romantically with another human being outside of Phoenix. But he would. He always would if Phoenix asked him to, but those kinds of services? It seemed a bit out of his interest and element to please someone who he was not dedicated to without explicit permission.

“Or course, if you don’t feel like that sort of blackmail or manipulation necessary, we could simply wait in the waiting room until we are called upon. I am fine with anything you decide.” Although Tae would rather not be commanded to flirt with anyone outside of this small group he had come to enjoy, hr would never say this aloud. “I don’t think at this point that any level of emotional or financial manipulation is needed.”

“I suppose my point is,” Tae said after divulging a bit too much information that he could have kept to himself, “I would like to see my competition, whether the PET or the human, but I do not think it is needed. Rumors alone would be enough for me to have something to go on before entering the ring.”
 
The sensation of his lips, artificial as they were, against the tip of her ear sent a skitter up the back of her neck. “No, it’s—it’s fine,” Phoenix assured him, despite the fact the colour in her face was a testament to the contrary. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll let you know if anything’s a problem.” It only felt like she was instilling part of the truth in her words; like all of her heart wasn’t in it. But this was neither the time nor the place to get into such matters, so ultimately, she decided it was best just to let everything slide. After all, maybe she was just off-kilter with all that was going on, and not herself. Or at least she hoped.

*~*~*~*​

Phoenix looked around in stunned awe at their surroundings. A house as big and luxurious as this would have been impressive to begin with. But the fact that it had been refitted especially for the sake of hosting a bot fighting ring was even more incredible. Was this what the exuberantly rich did? Rip out and rebuild half their home just to host an event? She knew that the upper classes of society did some halfway insane things with their money, but she wouldn’t have thought that people would go this far.

Her attention focused onto Tae as he informed the two that he had access to blueprints if necessary. “That’s helpful to have. Let’s keep it in our back pocket for now.” Hopefully they wouldn’t be put in a position where they’d have to make a break for it. But it was always better to be prepared than to be caught with their pants down. Even though this was a much more comfortable, party-like environment compared to the other fighting rings, it didn’t mean it was any safer than them. They were still surrounded by unknown people who could act in unexpected ways – only these ones had power and money to boot.

While they, on the other hand, had pretty much neither. While Tae felt rather accustomed to this grandiose atmosphere, Phoenix and Rhys were very much fish out of water. Even though they’d put effort into gussying themselves up, it still felt like there was an immeasurable gap between them and everyone else around them. She felt uncomfortably self-conscious about it; and judging by Rhys’ slight fidgeting and adjusting of his suit he probably felt the same. But at least one of them felt somewhat at home here – Tae remarked that he’d likely been to such events previously and, interestingly, felt compelled to mingle.

“Really?” She tilted her head slightly, watching quietly as his pupils seem to waver in the whites of his eyes, rapidly shifting back and forth. Was this what Dorian Douglas used to have him do? The woman watched the phenomenon as it occurred, equal parts intrigued and befuddled. Tae didn’t have ‘memory’ in the same terms as humans did. Whereas she would forget things that had happened in the past – especially if she was to be amnesic as Tae had been, in a sense – it was possible for her to feel a sense of familiarity even without those clear memories. But for Tae, whose memory was more black and white – either he knew, or he didn’t – such a sense of nostalgia didn’t seem possible… or at least, she didn’t think it was. Was this the influence of Lai.Pro? Was this instinct programmed into him all along? Or did she not really understand as much as she thought she did?

It was all quite curious and she, in spite of the circumstances, felt a compulsion to learn more. To understand Tae better; how he worked, how he thought and felt now, how he might change and grow, and everything else. But her sensibility and logic crept up from the back of her mind, reminding her of their separate fates that loomed over an unseen horizon, just out of sight.

Although distressing, it was a problem for the future, near as it may be. Phoenix refocused on the situation at hand, soliciting their opinions on what to do next. Tae offered a pragmatic take as usual, then proceeded to report that at least half of the other fighters had access to… less conventional PETs.

“Uh—” Phoenix narrowed her eyes a little, lost for words, particularly as he offered to dig for a somewhat underhanded and unconventional strategy to help them win. “No, no—” She shook her head and waved a hand, laughing somewhat sheepishly. “I don’t think you need to. We can leave those tactics for a worst-case scenario.” On top of the fact that it all felt a little too complex and messy for what was necessary, she simply didn’t like the idea of using Tae like that. “I’d prefer to take a straightforward approach and win by fighting alone.”

Thankfully, Tae seemed to agree that they didn’t need any dirty tactics, though he was interested in seeing who they were up against. “We can do some recon and then go get ready,” Phoenix decided. “I don’t think I feel like eating and drinking anything, anyway.” Although her stomach felt empty, any pangs of hunger were staved off by the emotions swirling within her.

“Actually, uh…” Rhys cleared his throat, raising a hand almost shyly, with a small grin to match. “Would you two mind if I looked around a little on my own? I’m kinda interested in… well, just checking things out, y’know? I’ll hook up with you guys later when I’m done.”

“Sure, whatever you want.” The woman looked to her friend. He still seemed restless, though his energy seemed a little more excited than nervous now. She paused, taking a moment to study the sight of him. Rhys looked a lot different, having switched out his casual, comfy clothing for a nice suit. And seeing him against the backdrop of the mansion, decorated with gorgeous characters in the periphery, was an utter rarity. It occurred to her then that, although this was somewhat unenjoyable for her, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a tech geek like Rhys. Chances were he’d never be here without her, and he’d likely never be able to return again either.

“You know what, Rhys?” Smiling softly, she reached out and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Tae and I should be fine on our own. Since you’ll be just watching anyway, go get some food and drink, and do it in comfort from the stands. If we need each other, we can just get in touch.” She arched her brow, angling her face downwards slightly so she looked up at him: an expression that implied she was not suggestion, but rather telling him to go cut loose a bit.

There was an inkling of hesitation over his face. He glanced at Tae, slightly uncertain, before looking back and being met with Phoenix’s expression. Rhys’ features relaxed then, and there was even a slight glimmer of joy in his eye. “Well—all right. That sounds like a good plan.” He nodded. “I’ll, uh, catch you two later on then?” Phoenix returned his nod, giving him a wave as he turned and scampered off, grabbing a glass of champagne and an hors d’oeuvre from a waiter not far from them.

His tall figure disappeared into the crowd, leaving Phoenix and Tae by themselves. She glanced around, inspecting the crowd around them a bit more carefully. Save for one or two people with humanoid PETs nearby, encircled by a small cluster of curious onlookers, most of their surroundings were made up of humans. “I’d rather stick close by, so maybe we can see what competitors we find on the way down to the maintenance area.” Even if Tae had a map of the place, if they wandered too far off. they’d still need time to walk back to where they needed to be.

She moved away from their spot, towards the main arena. Phoenix stopped at a screen mounted on a wall along the way, which cycled through some of the fighters’ profiles. When they got there, it was displaying a picture of a woman with long, wavy red hair and a full figure next to a smaller picture of her PET. Her name was Melanie DeSands, who seemed to be heavily involved in local charity work. Her PET, Georgio, was humanoid but lacked discernable facial features; essentially, it looked like a mannequin that was painted from head to toe in an artistic pattern of swirling yellow, greens, and blues. It had a red leotard on as well, through which Phoenix could tell it had some realistic anatomy as well. This was what Tae mentioned, she supposed, and honestly, she didn’t know what to think about it.

Melanie and Georgio’s profiles shifted off the screen and were replaced by an information screen with the current odds. A long list of names and fighters filled one column, with numbers next to them. Some of them changed even as they observed the screen, indicating it was a live feed. Interestingly, there seemed to be different bets. For instance, who was most likely to win overall, of course, but also who would get eliminated first, who would defy their odds, and so forth. Although it didn’t show how much money was being thrown into these bets, Phoenix was sure it was a substantial amount.

After the odds was another profile: this time it was a man named Federico Sanchez, and a female-shaped PET, Calliope. He was quite a handsome guy, with a strong jawline, dark hair, clear blue eyes, and a muscular physique. Phoenix vaguely recognized him and, after reading his little blurb, realized he was a famous model originally born in their city. His PET had a female physique but seemed to be an anthropomorphic fox of some kind, with pointed ears, a long snout, and a fluffy tail. Like Georgio, though, it seemed to lack a lot of realistic features and detail; it seemed almost like a 3D model that was still in the design stages. “That’s certainly interesting,” she remarked quietly, more to herself than another else.

The next screen was another informational one, which detailed some additional rewards, both for competitors and the audience. There were quite a few for the fighters, such as ‘Most Stylish Fight’, ‘Most Well-Dressed PET’, and ‘Most Improved’. For the spectators there seemed to be a raffle going on, with tickets being sold in another part of the mansion. Most of these were cash prizes, though there were some trips and items available too.

Deciding she’d had enough of the screen, Phoenix moved on towards the amphitheater, where she noticed some other people showing off their PETs to clusters of people. Seeing as they still had time to kill, she briefly stopped at one that they passed right by. A bearded man in a pinstripe suit stood next to a skeleton dressed in a hooded black cloak that held an impressive scythe in its bony hand. It looked like a Halloween decoration, albeit a pretty impressive one.

“Grimm is made of a patented alloy, so his bones are much stronger than they look,” the man proclaimed proudly, his thin moustache curling as he smiled. “I’ve done some upgrades on his programming so his movements are much more fluid too. Like he has real joints, almost!” He laughed, sparking reciprocal titters from the onlookers around them.

Phoenix moved on after this comment, increasingly rather interested in seeing what other unusual PETs were around here. The pair didn’t make it too far, though, as they were suddenly stopped by an older woman in a velvet gown. A string of pearls hung from her neck while shining diamonds dangled from her ears. “Oh, my, is this a PET?” She looked from Phoenix to Tae, wrinkles deepening around her mouth as she smiled. “I thought he was human, but then I saw his eyes – am I mistaken?”

“No, you’re correct.” She nodded a little and said nothing else.

A gasp came from the woman. “My goodness! I’ve not seen such a realistic one…” She reached out, gold bracelets dangling from her bony wrist as the tips of her jewelry-adorned fingers rested delicately on his chest. “Quite incredible! What is his name?”

“Tae,” Phoenix replied, a bit stiffly.

Another gasp. “Tae, how lovely.” She withdrew her hand, resting it on the wineglass she held in the other. “Are you two new? I’ve not seen you before.”

“Ah, yes, we are.” She tried to smile; be friendly and nice to the old lady. “This is our first time fighting here.”

Her earrings glittered in the light as she bobbed her head. “I see, I see! Well, you two must be nervous, but I assure you this is all quite a fun time. Everyone is here to enjoy themselves, so try to relax, too. Would you like some wine to help ease the tension?” She held out her glass.

“Oh, no, thank you.” Phoenix laughed weakly, shaking her head and holding up a hand. “I don’t drink. But thank you.” A bit of a lie, but more polite than saying she didn’t want her backwash.

The chalice withdrew. “Ah, I see, not a problem. Well, thank you for chatting with me. I’m glad I found you two before the fights start – I think I might just have to change my bets a little.” With a soft laugh, she gave them a little wave. “Good luck, and fight well, you two.”

Just as quickly as she appeared, she was off, her elegant gown dusting over the floor as she walked with a steady grace. Once she was out of earshot, Phoenix looked to Tae and chuckled softly. “Are all rich people so… eccentric?” she mused, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s interesting to see all these different types of PETs… honestly, I didn’t know they came in models like these. There’s more variety than I expected.” Idly, she scratched the side of her neck. “Well, whatever. Do you want to look around more? I’m happy to let you decide, Tae – I’m fine either way.” It truly didn’t make a difference to her, but if Tae had some preference of his own, and if looking around more would make him happy, she was glad to do it.
 
Although she was still blushing and now stuttering, Tae did get a rush of comfort at her words. “I’m glad to hear it. I enjoy praising you.” And enjoyed seeing her blush like this too.

~~~~~

“I mean, I can’t say for sure. My memory is data, so subconscious knowledge is theoretically impossible. If I feel this way, it must be because some code or data in my programming or in what remains of my memories supports it. There is a lot inside of me that I cannot access due to damage or protections, after all. But it is highly likely I have been here or a similar location before even if I do not have explicit records of it. Or perhaps Lai.pro simply compels me to mingle when in a party-like environment.” Tae, since Lai.pro was installed, did not talk in such a data-specific manner often. Even now, although he used the words feel, it was clear that he was only talking facts.

“I don’t think it is important though. I am still pretending to be less-competent than I am, so I will remain silent by your side.”

As an example of his full-competency, Tae could actually consume a certain level of human fluid or food, or at least he could if he were not damaged. Of course, there was always a risk, but he could drink a liquid and funnel it into a secret compartment that he would need to puke up later. But there was no reason now to submit himself to that chance. It was not being asked of him, blending in was not a requirement, so Tae had no reason to tackle a flute of champagne or any similar drink.

As a final comment about blackmailing, Tae had this to say. “This kind of tactic is hard to do impromptu, but of course, I’m happy to be straightforward as well. It is more suited to our creator-invention style, and I am skilled enough to win, I’m certain.”

Rhys leaving was not something Tae expected, but he did not protest. It wasn't his call, and there were not enough drawbacks for him to protest despite that. He could go have fun while Tae and Phoenix worked. When he was looked at though for an opinion, Tae smiled as well and nodded. “Please, go enjoy yourself. ”

Now only the two of them, Tae returned to his expressionless, straight standing posture. He had to keep his persona, and he was sure no one was paying attention to his chatty form earlier. At least not enough that they could not bluff their way to “oh, he was answering my questions like any PET should.”

“I would also like to see our competitors. Brilliant thinking,” Tae had suggested something similar, but he certainly did not talk like it. He allowed Phoenix to take all credit, and in his mind, her idea was superior to his even if it was the same.

When she moved, Tae kept close by, clearly acting as her companion for anyone who looked their way. This was common behavior for a PET though. Bird PETs sat on shoulders, dog PETs followed on their masters heels, and human PETs stayed an inch away just slightly behind their master but mostly at their side. A clear servant or butler in the way they followed their master.

Tae glanced at the screen of fighters, and his eyes flashed briefly as he started to compile data on them all. Melanie DeSands was easily accessible, her charity work making her name appear in a lot of news articles. Her PET was less known but not unheard of. A faceless painted humanoid, so clearly not as much of a threat as Tae was. After all, such a sub-par copy of a human likely was sub-par in coding and skills as well. Dorian Douglas was considered the master of this craft for a reason, after all.

It was hard to keep up with the live feed. He had no access to the people implementing the data and therefore changing the numbers, but his data feed was keeping up with the stream. It was frustrating not to have access to the same information as those who were updating the live feed, and to express this, Tae simply narrowed his eyes at the screen. Being uninformed and out of control was not suitable for a PET like himself.

Federico Sanchez was a model, Tae knew that immediately with a common search, although a deeper dive into his reputation implied some more criminal deeds, mainly drug use. And the fact that his PET had such features? It was fairly easy to imagine that he was one of those humans who used their PETs for physical pleasure. Fox-women were a common sexual desire for many, after all.

When Phoenix said that was interesting, Tae simply nodded, not wanting to talk about the sexual implications or reveal Federico's true nature.

“I think I am well suited for winning Most Stylish Fight and Most Well-Dressed PET,” Tae said as he looked at the screen, speaking awkwardly without moving his lips, reminding himself and Phoenix that his voice was just a speaker located in his throat rather than actual talking. Still, it suited their needs.

“As the most realistic humanoid here, I am automatically suited to being the most well dressed since none can claim my level of attractiveness.” This was not pride talking, it was fact. Tae was far more beautiful and handsome than any of the other PETs who dared to claim to be human. He was tall, thin but muscular, and his hair accentuated his pale skin and dark or neon blue eyes. “Clothing likely matters less than what my face accomplishes.”

“And depending on my foe, I can put on a show for the audience, making us at least considered to win the Most Stylish Fight competition. I can pretend to be losing before destroying them, or I can simply perform a move that takes them out immediately but with flare. “ It was the debate between giving someone else the chance to fight but outdoing them and simply outdoing someone who never got their turn in the first place. Both were flare, although different kinds with different pros and cons.

“I’ll try to win both,” Tae proclaimed, fully intending to put his all into it. If he needed to flirt with the audience to get Most Stylish, then he would.

Moving away from the screen, Tae saw a skeleton PET he paid little attention to. If it were not for a cloak, all of his sensitive wires and data cores would be visible. It’s an aesthetic choice, not an efficient, destructive one. A glorified statue, so not a useful servant like Tae was.

It was hard not to scoff as the man talked about this ‘Grimm’ PET. Everything this skeleton had, Tae had better. His movements were perfectly fluid, almost better than real joints, and his bones were far stronger than anything this loser could create. “I’m far superior to him,” Tae said softly to Phoenix, feeling the need to boast his superiority.

His verbal proclamation was not needed though, because soon enough, some stranger approached them to make his superiority clear from a third party perspective. A welcome observation since it was unprompted, highlighted his stealth ability, and his inhumanity. A beneficial observation from a third-person party that then would be able to promote and support them.

Tae did not feel the need to retreat when this stranger put her hands on him. Contact like this to an object meant nothing after all. It was a human touching an object. In fact, Tae glanced at her for a second before returning his gaze to something in the distance as he almost leaned into her touch, encouraging her to touch more. It was the logical choice, although not the emotional one; emotions told him that he was only personally and physically available to Phoenix. But since logic was more appropriate to money related matters, Tae let her touch him and tried to subtly encourage it.

She removed her touch, and Tae tried to maintain the appeal, even once making a point to fix his hair in order to maintain his formal appearance but only in the manner one would if programmed to do so when something was out of place.

Tae was almost incapable of feeling nervous because such emotions were unproductive, but Tae truly hoped this would be fun, because that would mean that he would be at such a clear advantage that he would have control enough to make the fight as dramatic or common as he wished. Fun could only be equal to control.

Due to the above, Tae almost felt insulted when she suggested that they would be nervous. First, if he were a typical robot he would be incapable of feeling such a thing. Second, he could overcome any foe because this was the field he was built for.

It would be good if she changed her bet to them. If such a simple conversation could convince her that they were worth betting on, then more conversations or a small act of technical proficiency may do wonders in their financial favor.

When she excused herself, Tae waited a a few more moments before he began softly speaking to Phoenix again without moving his lips. “I suppose they can afford to behave however they want because no one is willing to correct them. We are also in a location that already attracts the eccentric and criminal.”

“There is a lot of variety out there, especially if they get some of the classic models customized, legally or not. There are also plenty of smaller PET companies out there that are overshadowed by D.O.”

“I would like to scout some of the competitors as close as possible without drawing negative attention, however, before we do so, I suggest that you make use of one of my PET abilities. That woman seemed impressed just by looking at me, if we make more of a show of my presence, we could attract more people to change their bets in our favor.”

Turning to her, Tae allowed his eyes to glow a bit. “Name a command, loud enough for at least a few to hear and get interested.”

It was a simple publicity stunt, so it did not take long. “Let’s go to the waiting area now.”

As they walked, when a waiter carrying a tray passed by, Tae slipped a hand up to grab a flute of champagne. In the same motion, he moved it in front of Phoenix as a clear offering, almost as if she had asked or expected him to get her a drink in the first place.

“You have nothing to worry about. Indulge a bit in the rare luxury.” Tae did not mean to push, but he was always trying to get her to relax, to rely on him, and here was a chance for him to fully let her enjoy herself. She recently had been penny-pinching after all. Why not take advantage of the money the rich were throwing out while she could? “As long as you walk with me, I can do what I must to scout.”

Slowly approaching the combatant waiting area, which was located right by the repair station where there truly had everything including a man that was a licensed master in PET repairs, Tae hoped Phoenix would not mind him being a bit assertive.

Being here would help.

There were of course a lot of humanoid PETs, some standing like servants, others slumped over nearly dead or like statues, and a few others openly sitting on their master’s laps or with an arm around their masters as if such public-programmed affection was something to be flaunted.

Although their motivations were likely perverted, part of Tae did wish that he could hug Phoenix as openly as they were acting.

On the other spectrum, there were non-humanoids that were merely superior to the normal kind you would see on the street. One was an ape, a literal ape larger than their human master and capable of speech. A pure lion with a red maine, it was so large it could be rode, and the master was doing just that. In fact, it looked like that master was sleeping on the back, his fine suit coated in the wine he must have been holding before he took his uncivilized nap. The lion PET did not seem to mind but was growling at any who got too close. When it growled though, Tae saw a mouth of razor blades and some sort of red light blinking in there.

But that was all he could see.

Tae had no specific x-ray vision skills. He could see electricity enough to trace where a wire from a camera led to, but such a skill was useless in a place like this where technology was everywhere and his foes were nearly pure electricity. No hidden secrets for his glowing eyes to see. If anything, all he was doing was drawing attention to himself. A few people were glancing at them, as could be expected. They were competitors and the PET was glowing a bit. Still, Tae let his eyes fade back to normal hopefully before anyone got too curious.

“Useless. I can’t see anything useful here with my current technology. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Tae did not look sincere with his blank face, but his tone was rich with regret. He was the one who told her to come here to see the competition, and therefore he was the one who made her waste her time. He could have done this alone, or better yet, realized that his eyes were worthless and that it was illogical to think that these people would be showing off their skills before the competition. After all, not all of the people fighting here today were people with money, some of them were just people with skills and sponsors.

Those that had money were mostly out there mingling still, likely would not show up until it was time of them to fight, and those who had sponsors knew the game so were playing it careful.
 
Most Stylish Fight and Most Well-Dressed PET. Phoenix shifted her gaze away from the screen to look at Tae. She was, of course, well aware of his appearance, but his confident assessment compelled her to re-evaluate his figure against the luxurious backdrop. Somehow, he looked even better here, with his slim physique and perfectly fitting clothes, and the way the lighting caught his sculpted features. There was something about looking at him that made her think she was observing an animal in its natural habitat. And, when she remembered what he said about his knowledge of this environment, she realized that maybe he truly was. Yet, a subtle ache crept over her chest at the thought. If that was the case, it was only right to return him after all, wasn’t it? Or was it better to let him choose, even now?

She, admittedly, missed part of his dialogue as these ponderings wandered back into her mind. These questions were still without answers, and she supposed that was why they kept returning. But it was still neither the right time nor place to mull over it, so she once again stuffed them into the back of her head. “That’s true,” Phoenix agreed, despite missing the first portion of his claims. “This is probably a case of the man making the clothes here.” A slight grin came over her face; that was not how the idiom went, or what it meant, but made her attempt at humour nonetheless. If anything, for the sake of her own distraction. “Some of these PETs are dressed in kind of a gimmicky way, too.” In short, that would be good – the more bonuses, the better.

As for the Most Stylish Fight, Phoenix had to concur with his prediction on that front as well. Although she hadn’t seen any of these other PETs in action, she was quite confident that Tae’s intelligence alone could win him this category as well. Evidently, he had the ideas – and he had the ability to adapt to the situation as they changed. “Yeah, I’ve got no worries about that either. I’ll leave it up to you and your best judgement. I’ll try and think of something good, too.” Undoubtedly, most of the attention would be on him. But, she was supposed to be the one in control, and as a result she was technically part of the ‘team’ – so, it wouldn’t do well for her to get lazy and passive either. What could she do, though, she wondered? Try and look cool? Or maybe, looking totally nonchalant might be a good bet? That kind of arrogance would be sure to rub some of these rich folks the wrong way, especially her opponents, which could be a good thing in certain circumstances… She’d have to play it by ear.

The woman looked over at Tae, smiling at his assured proclamation. “I’m counting on you.” The words were gentle, imbued with her trust rather than any sense of pressure. The pair left the matter there, continuing onwards, deeper into the depths of the building. Along the way, he commented on the other competitors as they passed by. Grimm was not impressive to Tae, who made a point to quietly point out the difference in quality between them. A smile cracked at the corner of her lips, her eyes flickering upwards towards him. “I know,” she replied beneath her breath.

There was little opportunity to say anything more, however, as another woman suddenly glided up in front of them. The stranger’s sudden appearance caught her rather off-guard, as did her marked interest in Tae. But she supposed it was normal behaviour: this was a party, a show-and-tell, and a fight club all rolled into one. Realizing this, she made no resistance, though she was mindful not to engage too much either. Wordlessly, her eyes followed the frail hand as it reached out towards his torso. The subtle shift in his posture went unnoticed to her sidelong glance, but there was a tone of delight in the woman’s gasp. Whether she realized the intent was unclear, but she was obviously impressed, nonetheless.

Thankfully, the remainder of their conversation went by without any troubles, and soon enough they were left to watch the woman’s slight form almost float away. There was a beat of silence between them before she heard Tae’s voice again at her side. Phoenix nodded a little, agreeing with his sensible insights as per usual. “I’d like to avoid as much unnecessary human interaction as possible,” she murmured. “Being eccentric, criminal, and entitled is a bad combo I don’t want to get mixed up in.” Like she’d thought to herself many times these past few days, she had more than enough on her plate to worry about.

Once she made that known, the woman listened quietly to his next response. It was true that D.O. was certainly not the only PET company around. It was rare to see too many consumers of other corporations, but perhaps among the elite there was more variety, as he guessed. Tae went on to suggest that they show off a bit more in order to garner more interest in themselves. A thoughtful expression passed over her features, lingering there briefly before she gave a nod. “Sure. At this point, couldn’t hurt.” They were going for maximum profit here, so if he felt like that would do the trick when who was she to argue, really?

Touching a hand to her chin, Phoenix gave it some consideration before she spoke, her voice louder and clearer than the hushed tones she’d used until now. “Tae, I’ve got that song stuck in my head – you know the one I like? Play it for me. And remind me how the dance goes while you’re at it.” Kind of a stupid request, and pretty nonsensical in all honesty – but it would do well to show off not only his capabilities, but the fluidity of his movement and his natural physical charm. Besides, it seemed like everyone understood that every PET owner idling around was just showing off, so in that context it was, perhaps, slightly less strange. Slightly.

Nevertheless, she let Tae play whatever song he fancied, and as she did it occurred to her that she never really specified… although she wouldn’t be surprised if he had somehow found out one of her favourites. In any case, the random stunt did draw the admiration of those around them, and a number of people even wandered over to ask their names. Phoenix watched him with a smile, nodding her head along to the music, though she did give out their information before the interest dissipated for now. Satisfied for the time being, they continued onwards to the waiting area.

Along the way, he scooped up a glass of champagne and handed it to her in one smooth motion. Phoenix looked at it for a moment, eyes slightly widened with surprise before a small smile washed it away. “Well…” A pause. “All right.” Gingerly, she took the glass from him, her fingers brushing against his cold metal digits. For a moment she simply looked into the drink, watching the bubbles dance about as she swirled it around. It was true that the atmosphere here was a lot less… hostile than the other rings they’d been at. And in a way, it might help her blend in a little more if she had a drink in her hand. Or so she’d tell herself, at least. “Thanks Tae,” she said, turning her grin towards him before she covered it with the glass.

She took small sips, careful not to drink too quickly lest she lose her senses. It wasn’t long before they entered the waiting area, where the repair station sat nearby. Phoenix surveyed the area over the rim of her glass, taking in the sight of the various PETs. Back in the other rings, Tae’s superiority was abundantly clear when he was around the other competitors. But now, in this ultra-rich, crazy-exclusive place, the sheer magnitude of his remarkability was even more obvious. While many of the PETs here were undoubtedly impressive, none even held a candle to Tae when she thought about it. Even the ones that fawned over their masters were leagues away. However, that didn’t mean they could underestimate any of them. They were still, generally, more expensive and more advanced than the other opponents they faced – so, while she trusted Tae, they couldn’t get careless. Many of the inhuman PETs were particularly daunting.

The lion had grabbed her attention especially, with its shining set of bladed teeth and strange red light. Phoenix squinted at it, wondering what such a thing could be. Somehow, it made her think of a bomb – but surely they wouldn’t let something like that fly… right? She looked over at Tae, wondering if he had any idea himself, but it seemed like he had no answers to yield. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to find out – personally, at least. “It’s fine. Not a waste at all, either. At least now we know what we might be up against. That much is helpful for me, at least.” It was the truth, but she hoped it helped to ease any of the guilt or regret he seemed to take upon himself.

In any case, the attention seemed to follow them. Curious glances and interested murmurs arose from the other competitors; a phenomenon that made her feel a bit self-conscious, seeing as she was still very much a fish out of water. While she looked around, she caught glimpse of the time on an ornate clock nearby: 10:10. 10 minutes until their allotted time. Deciding that maybe it was best to start preparing, she looked around. There did seem to be some segregation of the space here, with small areas roped off so competitors would have their own place to prepare. Seeing no obvious signage or reservations for them, she stopped into an empty one and looked to Tae. “I guess we can just start to prepare now.” Phoenix set her glass down on a small table. Folding her arms over her chest, she shifted her weight onto one leg and looked Tae up and down. They’d done as much as they could at home, so she supposed this was a bit of mental prep-time if anything.

“How’re you feeling?” she asked, though she knew it was a bit of a silly question. In their short time together, and in even the shorter amount of time that he’d had Lai.Pro activated, Phoenix had become rather familiar with his sort of responses. While there would be some variation here, she was sure he would not be in any distress. And even if he was, somehow, she wasn’t sure that he would mention it to her now. Her own feelings were evidently a priority for him, and he seemed concerned with not generating any further worries for her. But still, she wanted to ask. If anything, as her own display that she… well, cared.

After his reply, she heaved a long, slow, and heavy sigh before speaking again. “Thank you, Tae… again. For all of this.” Her lips curled, somewhat sheepishly. “I know we’re not finished yet, but even still – I don’t know where I’d be right now without you.” Or what would happen to her parents. “I don’t know how things will turn out, either, but I’m glad that I can at least be sure that you’re here with me.” As the words came out of her mouth, she felt a slight heat rise to her cheeks. Whether it was from the alcohol or her emotions was a bit of a toss-up, but for her own sake she was going to assume the former. Being this candid, this open was a bit foreign to her… but she felt like it was appropriate to express this now. Not only to show her appreciation, but to give him some encouragement before they started their fights.

Their conversation did not last long past that before she heard a voice down the hall: “Nyx and Tae!” Their names flashed upon several of the screens mounted on the wall as well, along with two others: “Ruben and Rex!” Phoenix, who had taken up her glass for one more gulp, glanced down the hall to see two waving people who were dressed similarly to the woman who’d checked them in. “Your fight is starting! Please follow us and we’ll lead you to the stage!”

Setting the empty flute down, she exchanged a look with Tae before walking forward. Dozens of eyes were on them again, the sensation of these looks prompting her to straighten her back and hold her head up a little higher. Her heels clicked against the floor as she strode, doing her best to keep her steps confident and cool. Although she tried to keep her focus on the stagehands ahead, she couldn’t help but notice the lion had risen up onto its hind legs and began to walk forward as well, its sleeping master only rousing at the sudden movement. “I guess we’ll see what that thing’s all about after all,” Phoenix murmured quietly to Tae before they came up to the employees that awaited them.

After a few quick verifications, they led them away down a hallway which opened up into the light of the arena at the other end. The massive feline walked ahead of them, its movements almost bearing the same swagger as a real-life cat. Its master was still gradually finding his way back to the waking world, blinking heavily as he struggled to keep himself atop his PET. Phoenix raised a brow beneath her wig, wondering if perhaps he was too wasted to command his fighter properly. Did he not care about any of this, maybe? Was he just in it for fun, rather than money? That would be a decent situation for them, she decided, but it was much too early to say one way or the other.

“Our fights are simple here at Vigrid,” one of the employees was explaining as they walked. “You have twenty minutes to beat your opponent, whether that means incapacitating them or making them forfeit. When it comes to your PETs, anything goes - you can rip each other apart, if you’d like.” Their voice said such violent words in such a chipper voice. “But attacks on masters are strictly off-limits. Harming a human will result in an automatic disqualification and lifetime ban from Vigrid.” Nothing was particularly new to them here, but this seemed like the most formal explanation yet. “If both PETs are still standing at the end of twenty minutes, our panel of judges will determine who is in the worst condition and choose a winner. If necessary, a draw will be called.”

The employees stopped at the end of the hall, standing in the archway as they turned around. “Any questions?”

Their opponent – Ruben, she’d gathered – was awake now. Mostly. “What’s going on?” he asked, his words falling out of his mouth in a slur.

“Your match is starting now, Mr. Ruben.” The two spoke with such professionalism and poise that she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Ohhhh, okay, right, right, right…” He nodded, finally sliding off his PET, though he nearly lost his balance and stumbled to the floor. “And you’re my opponent, ‘uh?” A wavering finger was pointed at her.

“That’s right.” Phoenix nodded, attempting to keep the quizzical expression from fully manifesting on her features. This Ruben guy was probably in his 40’s, with a messy mane of his own. His suit was finely tailored and quite exquisite, except for the splotch of crimson that painted his front like a Rorschach test.

“All right then,” one of the employees drew their attention again, and they both stepped aside to motion the way forward. “Nyx, if you could please head right. And Ruben, please head left.”

With a nod, Phoenix continued forward. She stepped out of the hallway and found herself at the base of the platform she’d seen earlier. The amphitheatre was quite packed already, though well-dressed bodies were still trickling into the seats. A red-carpeted walkway snaked from the end of the hallway and around the circumference of the room where it led to a staircase up to the red platform. “Please proceed!” one of the stagehands called out to her, spurring her onwards and around. Once she made it to the staircase, a spotlight flooded over her – and on the other side of the ring, the same happened with Ruben.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice boomed over the speakers, bright and chipper. “Welcome to our next fight! Our next competitors are here and oh, what an interesting match up this is!” Phoenix squinted against the near blinding light, she but managed to continue on her way up towards the platform. There was a small area outside of the glass for her to stand, and a doorway into the arena that was opened by another waiting stagehand. While she made her ascent, the announcer continued. “In one corner we’ve got our beloved friends who are always roaring and ready for rumble: Ruben and Rex!” A live shot of the pair appeared on the screens littered throughout the arena, which showed the man waving and smiling in his wine-stained suit. An eruption of cheers and applause sounded from overhead, almost deafeningly loud as the structure of the room funneled the noise downward onto her.

“And in our other corner we’ve got a couple of newcomers with us tonight. Let’s give them warm, friendly Vigrid welcome to Nyx and Tae!” The camera stitched to them now, at which she gave a smooth, easy bow. A last-minute, on-the-spot decision, but hopefully one that went over well. Phoenix wasn’t terribly concerned though, as she was sure everyone’s attention was glued to Tae. Another round of clapping exploded around her like firecrackers, though she could hear a distinct murmur of intrigued chatter amongst the din.

“I don’t know about you, but I am so eager to see these two in action.” A woman’s voice joined in the commentary. “And I’m sure everyone else is, too, isn’t that right?” More rambunctious noise from the crowd, probably lubricated by the food and wine that had been flowing all night. “So let’s get right to it! Get in there and fight with all you got!”

The cameras shifted to an overhead view of the stage, at which point the employee ahead of them began to motion for Tae to pass through the door. Phoenix looked to him, placing a hand lightly on his arm as she met his glowing eyes. “You got this,” she said before patting his back and urging him forward.

On the other side, Rex prowled into the ring, its teeth catching the spotlights that shone down from overhead. The lion padded back and forth, fixated on Tae; sizing up, or perhaps eyeing its prey. Then, once the doorways behind them were closed and secured, a large clock appeared overhead that read ’20:00’. After a brief moment, the woman’s voice spoke again from above: “Best of luck to our competitors. Let the best PET win!” Her declaration was punctuated by the brassy tone of a ringside bell, and the counter began to run. Moments after, rock music started to play, so loud that Phoenix could barely hear her own thoughts. Luckily, she didn’t really have to give Tae any commands, but she still had to keep her focus and look the part.

Across from her, Ruben stood with his hands against the glass, staring into the ring. His mouth moved, and a moment later Rex began to circle around the ring, its heavy paws reverberating dully against the floor. A low growl emanated from it, as fierce as a flesh-and-blood lion. It parted its mouth, giving a glimpse at that crimson light through a flash of teeth. Slowly, it drew closer to Tae, dwindling the space between them until suddenly it pounced. Its body arced through the air with surprising grace despite its powerful form, looking to pin Tae beneath its weight. However, despite its speed it lost to the swiftness of its opponent, landing with a thunderous thud with nothing but the ring beneath it.

Its head jerked towards Tae, its mane swirling like tendrils of fire before it dashed forward, swiping at him once within range. Yet, it missed, still too slow – or was it?

Phoenix, who stood with her arms folded over her chest, squinted at the drunken man. His eyes were wide, the dark pupils following the action before him. But there was no sense of frustration in his features – in fact, he looked pleased. The woman frowned, uncertain. Rex was a magnificent machine, to be sure, but Tae was still rather obviously superior. The difference between them was clear as day, as his lithe figure dodged and countered the mechanical beast with ease. It seemed they were losing, so why did this man look so happy…?

It was not apparent to her at first, but as she followed the lion’s movements around the ring, rather captivated by the shimmer of its coat and the flow of its tail, a possibility dawned on her. Maybe Ruben didn’t care as much about winning the match itself… maybe what he was going for were some of the prizes, like Most Stylish Fight. With this idea in mind, she applied it to the visuals dancing before her eyes. It did make sense – it looked like there were moments that Rex could have gotten an attack on Tae, if it were a bit slower or more efficient with its motions. But instead it seemed to move with flourish and fancy, drawing all attention from the audience onto it.

Tightening her lips, Phoenix approached the glass barrier. Although she should have been happy enough just to win the fight normally, which it seemed they were on track to do, a sense of rebellious pride bubbled up from within her gut. Somehow, that didn’t feel like enough. She wanted to show all these people – this wealthy, privileged crowd who lived in a separate world of her own – what Tae could do. To rub in their faces how much better he was. To dominate, even. It was an unexpected feeling, one perhaps facilitated by the alcohol that rushed through her system, and one she could not contain.

With a glimmer in her eyes she spoke out loud, just enough for Tae to pick up on her voice. “Give it some more flair. Show everyone what you’ve got.”
 
Tae noticed Phoenix looking closely at him after he made his comment about the Most Stylish Fight and Most Well-Dressed PET bonuses. It didn’t feel strange to be looked at like this, by her, it felt good. Other people staring at him sometimes made him feel like the object he was. But her gaze? He felt like a treasure. She could look at him as long as she wanted, and he would happily look back at her just as long.

She seemed in thought, but she eventually responded with more approving words that normally would have made Tae beam. Instead, now he just smiled lightly and nodded just as gently. “How nice of you to say so. I do pride myself in being the most flexible doll or mannequin on or off the market.” Once again, pride but also a fact. “I’d rather look classy than gimmicky, so I’m pleased with my outfit. Ideally I don’t ruin this outfit tonight and can wear it again sometime.” Following the line of conversation, Tae reached up to fix his outfit, straightening it and smoothing back his hair, both of which were already pristine before he did so. But to be fair, he had to be sure that his appearance was worthy of her ambitions. Better to be over-cautious.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Tae, despite being a tool by design, did like to be left to his own devices when possible. As beautiful as humans were, they were less skilled when it came to calculations and possibilities. He knew statistically what was the best play to do, she did not, but that was not a true fault. Simply a fact. All that mattered was that she trusted his choices, calculated or impulsive.

It also felt good to hear her agree that he was a superior creation.

The stranger was unwelcome. She was standing too close to Phoenix, but Tae could not say anything or act on this fact, so instead, he subtly positioned himself in order to block the stranger's view and angle of Phoenix. He stayed still as a statue, looking just over the woman’s shoulder at something in the distance. Even when she touched him, Tae tried not to do anything abnormal. Well, abnormal for a PET; faking breath was not abnormal for higher quality PETs.

“I don’t particularly enjoy other people touching me, so I agree.” Tae said gently once the woman was gone, voice soft enough that Phoenix would hear it but likely understand that he was saying it for his own benefit rather than in an attempt to communicate. That being said, his displeasure at someone non-Phoenix and not her friends touching him did not change the fact that if she asked it of him, he’d have sex with a stranger gladly. Anything to serve. Anything to make her happy.

That was his only true rule, after all.

And that one rule dictated that he should show off in order to get more attention and therefore money. She agreed with his logic, so he followed her lead.

Her request was said in a different tone, and his programming snapped to attention the moment it reached his ears. His obedience was almost just as quick. A song faded into his speakers, something fast, energetic, something a touch more vocal than she would hear at her normal work but equally as energetic and party-focused. Something she would like based on her other preferences, and perhaps even something she had already come to like from her work. Also, as a further bonus, it had a prominent dance connected to it, and at her command he put his mechanical heart into his motions, putting on a show. He was not afraid to take up part of the floor, and when people did get in his way, he dodged around them with spins or, one time, he made contact just long enough for them to feel like his dance partner before he moved on and continued his solo-dance.

When the song ended, he did not pant, having no real lungs, so he merely went back to being a statue ready to be commanded at a moment’s notice. At most, someone would notice that he was a touch warmer than before. Being obedient did not go against Tae’s nature, so even with his free will, it felt normal to stand at the ready like he was doing at that moment. He also made a point to make momentary eye-contact with anyone who came over to meet them. Just enough for them to know that he was intelligent, and also just enough for him to record their faces and so that, if need be, he could get enough information to investigate them further.

Once their performance was done, they went to the waiting area. Giving her a drink was simply an expected action, not a statement about anything, however, to be fair, he did think that she had nothing to worry about so she may as well drink. One flute of champagne would not hurt her.

Neither would pretending to prepare for the fight. “I’m feeling just fine. Good even. I look forward to fighting more humanoid PETs since that is more what my skill set it used to.” Tae knew he was not fighting a humanoid this time, but that time would come, and he was looking forward to it. Phoenix knew from experience that he was good at fighting people, and he wanted to prove that in a more formal, less murderous setting. “I plan on winning all of these fights in a landslide so that I do not embarrass you.”

“Thank you for asking.” it meant more than she knew. To be cared for was the world to him. He’d not fail the one who cared for him most.

Her words further touched him. He wanted to reach out, to hug or at least put a hand on her, but he could not here, so he restrained himself. “I’m more than happy to help. And know this, I am confident how things will turn out. You will have what you need, and if I can make it happen, you will also have what you want. You know I’m good at calculating probability, so trust me when I say that things will turn out perfectly in all the ways that truly matter.” Whether that meant he’d win and get her money or that he’d lose, sell himself, and she’d still have her money. His life was not what mattered after all.

“I’ve said this before, but nothing makes me happier than being with you and helping you. I should be the one thanking you for letting me help.” It’s all he wanted, after all. “You’re my world, and I truly can’t imagine anyone else being my mistress.” Or master. Not even Dorian Douglas, Tae's potential creator.

Any more words he wanted to say here were cut off by the announcer calling for Ruben and Rex, the drunkard and his living lion-bed. Then came their names. Tae couldn't help it. He reached out and grabbed her hand for just a moment, just a second of pressure on her palm, and he let go as if it did not happen. He needed to touch her, and ideally, his touch no matter how short brought her comfort too.

At this point, Tae was forced away from his mistress so that he could fight the lion and the drunkard who seemed visibly confused at being awoken for the fight.

Tae on the other hand was focused on the rules. He had twenty minutes to destroy the lion. Not just beat, destroy. He’d have a flawless, indisputable victory here. That was the plan, and Tae liked to stick to the schedule. So he moved right and stood in a formal stance in the ring, hands locked behind his back, chin parallel to the ground, mouth set in a thin line, as he waited for the fight to begin. Strong, silent, a soldier with no emotion but invested in the fight.

He passed through the gate, and Tae’s eyes flashed bright blue just once as he went into combat mode. But he did not strike first despite his own clock ticking away inside his head. In fact, he stood in his formal stance as he was circled, only barely moving his head and eyes to keep the beast in view. No defenses at the ready but not unaware.

The lion pounced, and Tae rolled out of the way easily. For once in one of these fights, when Tae stood back up to his full height, he was not covered in dust. His black clothing was still clean, and that fact brought him a bit more joy than it probably should have. It made him far more willing to dodge since lengthening the fight rather than destroying the PET right away had no real downsides unlike in some other fights where lengthy fights meant ruined clothing. And it wasn’t like this fight was hard. The creature was slow, magnificent, sure, but certainly not unstoppable. Plus, Tae was built for speed more so than power, so this was a bad matchup as long as Tae kept dodging.

Tae was only paying attention to two things in this fight, the lion and Phoenix. The immediate threat and his purpose.

For that reason, when Phoenix approached the glass barrier, Tae’s head swiveled noticeably to her. Was it too noticeable? Likely not since most PETs reacted in such a way to their masters, but it was an intelligent motion for those who knew that Tae had free will. Because he was looking at her at that moment, he would have understood her message to him even if she had not spoken up. The message on her lips was loud and clear.

“Give it some more flair. Show everyone what you’ve got.”

Or as Tae chose to translate it. Defeat this beast completely in every field. Shame it and its master. Let them know that Phoenix was the best of them not by an inch but a mile. Dominate.

Tae nodded, just once, before breaking eye contact and changing tactics.

Perhaps because Tae had only dodged up until this point, or maybe it was just because the master was drunk and the PET heavy, but when Tae rushed at the Lion, it did not even slow its pounce, and this time Tae let it pounce directly at him. As it did so, Tae bent backwards, playing a game of limbo he would never lose because of his inhuman balance. The lion PET’s fur was a mere inch away from Tae’s chest, the bend and the pounce both calculated within a single moment.

The crowd gasped at the sudden tactics change, and even the master seemed surprised. After all, besides snake PETs or tails, how many robots of any kind possessed flexibility that rivaled and even overtook human flexibility? And in the torso no less.

Tae was not done with this move, though. Still in the backbend, Tae brought his arms to the ground and kicked his feet up and off the ground, pushing himself with his arms in order to send his whole body propelling backwards to exactly where the Lion’s pounce just ended. It was a back handspring directly onto the back of the lion, who now unwillingly served as Tae’s horse. To add insult to injury, Tae in a moment of gusto, leaned back on the lion until he was openly lounging on its back just as its master had been doing only fifteen minutes ago.

The logic behind this move was simple. One, flare, simple as that. And two, the fact that the lion’s owner had been laying here sleeping meant that he had not installed any immediate threats there hidden under the fur. If he had, his bed would have been at risk or at least not as comfy. And Tae rightfully assumed that the man would prioritize comfort over 360 lethality.

That did not mean though that the Lion would not roll over him, but Tae saw the obvious move coming. And it would take a second for the order to come in and be applied. Rather than simply jump off though, Tae gripped his fingers into the fur and let gravity slide him down one side and then under the lion. So holding two handfuls of fur and pressed up against the stomach of the Lion, the PET rolled and for a moment Tae was just sitting on its stomach.

Only a moment though, because Tae took this second of roll to finally separate from the Lion while it got back onto its feet unharmed. Of course, Tae did not do those acrobatics in the name of damage but in the name of style. He was going to get the Most Stylish Fight reward like Phoenix asked him to. And now he was going to win this fight overall.

However, before Tae could do that, he had a problem to contend with. The lion was growling again, and its master was muttering, his face now also close to the glass, the booze not gone from his expression but it appears that losing was at least slightly sobering.

Not that it mattered. Within five minutes, the lion’s tail was ripped out of its base, used to tangle its legs, and Tae was once again straddling the lion PET’s back as he inch by inch twisted its thick neck. This shattering prompted the drunkard to surrender with slurred words. Tae suspected that the man knew that without his PET, he’d have a hard time getting home, so he prioritized its functionality over its victory… which was for the best because there was no doubt that he lost this fight.

The Lion could still walk without its tail and while its head was cracked to a 135-degree angle.

No one ever found out why the creature’s mouth glowed. They never got a chance. And Tae was not injured at all. Smaller, less complicated fights harmed him far more, yet against this thing, this large and slow lion, Tae was perfectly fitted to defeating it. His only true challenge would be something his speed or smaller with greater dexterity. So, for once, Tae finished a fight uninjured.

And after stepping away from his foe, he made sure to casually but formally brush his hair out of his face and fix his clothing so that when he returned to his neutral stance, he was perfect besides a small amount of scuff on his clothing. The only true difference between how he started and how he ended this fight was that at the start he was looking at his foe, now he had his back to them and was looking at Phoenix. For approval? Sure, always, but also he wanted to look like he was seeking more orders instead of enjoying the applause and cheers from the audience. Even Rhys, who surely was up there, did not warrant even a glance.
 
There were certain things in life which one knew of; statements and facts that seemed so obvious that one did not need to make any conscious effort to acknowledge them. But there were also times in life that these given truths suddenly presented themselves so saliently, so prominently before one’s vision that they almost felt shocking. As the pair conversed in their sanctioned-off space within the preparation area, Phoenix found herself in the midst of one of these moments. She knew very well that Tae, in his current state, was probably as close to a perfect being as anything sentient could be. Even in his battered state, his physical appearance and prowess outmatched any man and most machines of his ilk. His computation powers and capabilities were state-of-the-art. And, with the installation of Lai.Pro, his devotion and even affections were undying and unconditional. All of these things were a complete given. Yet, as he reassured her again – not even unlike any of the other times he’d done so – these realizations culminated into a sudden, profound revelation.

Tae was perfect. In spite of all the shit that had happened, she had to admit she was incredibly fortunate to have stumbled upon him that night.

Had he been a human reassuring her things would turn out, Phoenix would have been skeptical. And had he offered his guarantee as a stoic PET, as he had been before, she would not have felt the warm comfort behind his words. But in the here and now he was both, and for the first time in a while, Phoenix felt herself surrender her trust in full to another. She really did believe that everything would turn out all right.

His assurance was followed by another declaration, just as earnest and heartfelt as the others he had said. “That’s too much credit. But I appreciate it.” With this stiff, awkward response, the woman felt a heat rise to her face. Quickly, she made some attempt at hiding by raising her glass to her lips.

The sentimentality ended there, and they were shortly paraded out onto the stage. Before they left their spot, she felt Tae’s touch on her hand, a quick squeeze of his cold fingers on her warm skin. Dark eyes flickered towards him, catching his gaze. As his digits felt away from hers, she held his eyes and returned his gesture with a soft smile, an invisible thread that connected them even as he made his way into the ring.

The events that filled the minutes that followed proceeded in a blur, and soon the fight was underway. Phoenix approached the ring, the cheers and deafening music funneling her thoughts and focus into the task at hand. When Tae glanced at her and registered her command, he gave a singular nod before adjusting his methodology.

The sound of her clacking footsteps were lost among the roaring din, swallowed whole by the gasps and cheers from the crowd. Tae leaned backwards at a drastic angle, dodging the lion by what looked to be a hair’s breadth. A calculated move, and one she was almost sure was deliberately close. A hint of a grin twitched at Phoenix’s lips as she stepped back, comfortably and casually crossing her arms over her chest. She watched as Tae, in a blur of adept motion, flipped himself and landed comfortably on the lion’s back. A cheeky callback to the other human’s boisterous loitering.

Across the ring the other master seemed taken aback, his eyes widened under raised brows. Phoenix had trouble stifling her satisfaction at his expression, though she managed to smother it into a slight smirk – ever conscious of the cameras that occasionally flickered to her face. However, it seemed there was little that escaped the eyes and ears of the audience and emcees, who seemed to remark on both her expression and Tae’s performance with glee. “Look at these two!” the woman called out, “Tae is going all out here, pulling out every stop to put on a show for his debut. And Nyx, just look at that woman. You know she’s confident she’s got things in the bag.”

There was a chorus of jeers somewhere amongst the crowd, but for the most part it was overwhelmed by another tidal wave of spirited cries. Tae and his feline competitor rolled in a tumble of metal and fur – for a moment, he sat on Rex’s belly, and in the next they had separated from one another. There was probably some poetry to be found in this tussle between man and beast, but it was lost to Phoenix. At this point, she was little more than part of the audience – a happy spectator to the entertaining display unfurling before her eyes.

“Oh, Ruben doesn’t look too happy now – this is not what he’s used to.” The male announcer took the microphone this time, his voice booming over the crowd. The cameras switched to the other competitor, the massive screens filled with various angles of his tense face. “But we’ve seen him come back before, haven’t we? Can he do it again?”

The answer, however, turned out to be no. It wasn’t long before Rex was without a tail, leaving nothing but a fray of wires and sparks at his back. Of course, Tae did not stop there: his wrath moved to the other end of the animal, where his powerful fingers gripped its cranium and began to twist. And twist. And twist.

“My goodness! Absolutely no mercy here, folks! Tae and Nyx did not come to play around.”

Leaving the lion with its head turned at an awkward angle, Tae stepped away. Coolly, he brushed himself off, his posture easing into a standby position. Above them, the timer froze with several minutes to spare, at which point their win was announced. “And that’s the end of that – a stunning victory to our newest contenders, Tae and Nyx.” The lights shifted, several spotlights sweeping across the ring while two focused on Tae and the lion: the former bathed in gold, while the other sat defeated in a swatch of red.

Her PET turned to her, his blue eyes finding her form through the auditory and visual chaos erupting around them. Phoenix let her smile shine through as she met Tae’s attention. Good work, it said. Wordlessly, she raised a hand and beckoned him forth with a single flick of her finger. They were done here. Shortly after she gave the signal for him to return from the ring, the stagehands reappeared from their hiding spots to usher them backstage once more and wait for the remainder of their battles.

Phoenix followed in the footsteps of the staff member, waiting for a moment at the foot of the stairs for Tae to reach her side. Once they were together she turned her face to him and smiled again, her eyes dancing with joy. “That was amazing, Tae. Keep it up.” She kept her words of encouragement low and quiet, particularly as she noticed a young, red-headed woman with a microphone scurrying up towards them. A puffy pink dress hung from her hips like a cloud, where it bounced with every half-hopping stride she took.

“Nyx! Hey, Nyx!” She called out, catching the attention of the stagehand who promptly paused, holding out a hand for Phoenix to do the same before stepping off to the side. The interviewer stopped in front of the pair, red lips pulled into a broad grin. ”We just want a quick post-match word with you— just hold on a sec—” A meticulously manicured nail rose to the tiny headphone tucked in her ear, her gaze shifting aside to listen to whatever directions were coming through it. With a nod, she suddenly spun around as a small hummingbird PET came swooping down towards them from afar. It lingered above their heads, its wings a fluttering blur to her mortal eyes. The young lady squeezed into the space between Tae and Phoenix, her eyes fixated on the bird as its beak opened to reveal a tiny camera.

“Three… two…” Her count was barely audible beneath the other announcements, and before Phoenix knew it, the interview had begun. “Good evening all and thank you so much for joining us! It’s your girl Namissa here with the winners of that absolutely in-cred-i-ble fight – Nyx and Tae!” She clapped her hands delicately for a moment, her excessively bubbly voice practically filling the air between them. “Nyx, honey, that was such a treat. I think I speak for everyone when I say it was a very welcome surprise for your debut here at Vigrid! How are you feeling after all that? Did you expect to win from the start?”

“I’m feeling just fine.” Phoenix straightened her spine, attempting to rearrange her expression into the cool, aloof mask she’d selected for this bot-fighting persona of hers. “I was fairly confident. Tae never lets me down.”

Namissa’s hair flounced beside her as she nodded fervently. “No kidding! Tae is an absolutely out-of-this world PET. He’s proven himself a force to be reckoned with! Whew, and such a looker, too.” She turned towards him, and with a wave of her hand the hummingbird switch to a panning shot of his form. “I gotta say, I’m totally jealous, Nyx! Makes a girl wonder what other functions he’s got, y’know?” The woman winked at the camera, her bold eyelashes emphasizing the subtle gesture.

“Anyway, there’s gotta be a million things that we all wanna know about you two, but there’s one question I just have to know: do you have anything to say to the rest of your opponents tonight?”

The hummingbird turned ever so slightly to focus on Phoenix. The woman held her eyes steady on Namissa for a moment before they drifted up to the camera. “Be ready. That’s all.” With that, she looked back to the interviewer and smiled serenely.

“Well, there you have it! Nyx, Tae – thanks for your time, and good luck with the rest of your matches! Back to you two!” Namissa held out the microphone to the hummingbird, freezing in place momentarily before its beak shut. “Cool,” she said, relaxing her arm at her side. Her tone had softened, the energy and effervescence gone with the camera feed. “Thanks for that. See you both a little later on.” And with that, she strutted off, leaving them just as quickly as she had come.

The stagehand corralled them over again, leading them back towards their designated area. Phoenix heaved a quiet sigh, glad to be out of that spotlight. In all honesty, she would have preferred to skip it – but it didn’t seem like they actually had much of a choice in the matter. Although she hadn’t had much idea of what to answer, thankfully the redheaded chatterbox did more than enough talking for the both of them. In any case, she hoped there wouldn’t be too much more of that tonight…

Once she and Tae were left to their own devices, she took the opportunity to straighten out his clothing, brush off any dust, and otherwise assess his condition. There wasn’t much to be done, thanks to his rather immaculate performance, but she went through the motions, nonetheless. The woman could feel the eyes of other competitors and passersby fall upon them from afar, or in transit – a fact she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. In part, she felt a glimmer of pride: a happy sense of triumph over the bourgeoisie. But now that she had experienced it in full, another part of her felt a bit of concern. An inkling of worry that she may fall under the wrong pair of eyes here.

There wasn’t much to be done about that now, though, except suck it up. The pair spent the rest of their waiting period idle, and in about fifteen minutes they were ushered forward and lined up again in preparation for their next fight. At the entrance, she was mildly surprised to see one of the figures who had been advertised on the screens. Federico Sanchez, in all his model glory, stood in wait with his fox-woman PET, Calliope. Although Phoenix did her best to keep her gaze forward, she snuck a few glances over at the pair while they waited. The man was, somehow, even better-looking in real life. As for his robotic companion… well, she supposed she was interesting too. Her body was curvaceous and quite realistic, as were the animal features attached to her. But there was something unnerving about the flesh-coloured skin that lacked any detail; it felt like something half-finished, an odd mockery of humanity rather than a homage to it.

Phoenix glanced away, adjusting her attention instead to Tae. “If you can, make this one sort of… steamy.” It was an idea born more from intuition than thought, but she figured it was worth going out on a bit of a limb. Calliope was a rather… sensual type of PET, and it seemed that perhaps their audience might think the same about Tae, at least if Namissa’s reaction was any indication. Though, as they headed back out onto the ring, she quickly added, “But if that doesn’t work, just do what you did last time.” Never hurt to have a contingency plan.

Once they separated, the routine was the same as the last. Phoenix observed the fight with her stance relaxed, and her arms folded comfortably over her chest. Calliope’s approach seemed much more straightforward than Rex’s. She attacked Tae earnestly and directly, with a bit of flair to her movements but without any unusual motives or actions as they had previously experienced. In all honesty, it was a bit disappointing – somehow, she expected more out of it. But, for that reason she was rather thankful for her directions to Tae. He danced around her attacks with ease. Similarly to Rex, he seemed to cut things close, but in truth he was simply giving himself the opportunity to add some flirtatious flair to his movements. It started off somewhat innocent: a caress of her cheek as he dipped aside, or an affectionate brush of her hair. But as the seconds ticked on he ramped it up – stroking the small of her back, or the inside of her thigh, even giving her rear a quick squeeze. The audience seemed delighted by the on-stage seduction and, perhaps oddly, Federico did not exactly look displeased either.

More than that, it seemed as though Calliope was programmed to respond to such gestures. By the end of it she seemed almost willing to bend to Tae, and at the climax of the fight she let him grab her from behind: one arm wrapped around her neck while the other snaked over her abdomen, holding her close. He moved his face in close to hers, his lips approaching the skin of her cheek… only for him to crush her stomach inwards with a hefty blow of his fist. With that he let her drop to the floor, her form crippled but her expression utterly blissful.

A few moments after their second victory was declared, and they made another trek back to their spot. “That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Phoenix said happily to Tae as they walked, though the glee faded somewhat as she went on, “I know you probably don’t mind, but I’m sorry to have asked that of you.” Tae lived to follow her commands and was happy to do so – she knew that. But, knowing how he felt about her, it still seemed a bit unfair to have asked him to flirt with another being, even if it wasn’t another human. And even if he wasn’t, either.

Nevertheless, Phoenix was rather relieved to have another fight gone well. Admittedly, when things went this smoothly she couldn’t help but be suspicious. Was another bout of misfortunate waiting for them around the corner? She couldn’t say, but the fear that clung to the back of her mind kept her cautious.

However, as it turned out, disaster never came. They continued the pattern of partaking in every other fight, and continued in winning over the opponents pitted against them. Each time, Phoenix tried to suggest some new spin or flair to keep their reputation high and the attention on them. After Calliope was Tempora, a rather bizarre PET in the shape of a grandfather clock with arms and legs. For this, she suggested timed attacks exactly every 20 seconds or so – an odd gimmick, but one the emcees caught onto and hyped up nonetheless. Once they left the clock out of service, its mechanisms ripped out from its face, Tae met another fighter they had seen previously – Grimm, the hooded skeleton he had been so unimpressed with. Phoenix’s suggestion was to steal the reaper’s scythe and, eventually, strip it of its cloak before smashing those bones its owner was so proud of. Perhaps a bit cruel in retrospect, but they had already been pegged as merciless competitors. No reason not to embrace it at this point.

It was well into the night when they arrived at the finals. Their opponent was another humanoid PET, VESA. She was perhaps the most realistic here, after Tae; although, with her jerky movements and mannequin-quality features, she was still years behind her own companion. For their last foray at Vigrid, she simply requested Tae to make it dramatic if he could. To bring it down to the last second, if at all possible.

And, just as Phoenix had mentioned earlier, Tae did not ever let her down. The pair exchanged blows for almost the full twenty minutes, building the tension and anticipation in the air. However, she knew his movements and actions were each calculated; carefully planned to ensure they were on pace to make the fight a complete nail-biter. He did allow a few minor hits in, just to keep things from being one-sided, but it was evident that he was slowly whittling down VESA as time ticked on. He disabled her limbs one at a time, and just seconds before the buzzer sounded, he body-slammed her into the ground, his weight mangling her back and pinning her to the floor like a pancake.

The stadium roared, a noise more deafening than any night at the club. Phoenix looked up and around at the men and women above her: some gave a standing ovation, while others cheered and shouted – very drunkenly, it seemed – from their seats. The woman took in a moment to soak in the sights and sensations of the excitement raining down upon them; reveling in an experience she knew she would never have again. She closed her eyes and breathed in a deep sigh, relieved that nothing unusual had come upon them. Levelling her head once more, she beamed as Tae emerged from the ring. Thanks to him, she could have this moment of bliss. This brief triumph over people in another sphere, a whole other world from her.

But before she could voice her appreciation, the stagehands returned to quickly usher them backstage. However, rather than leading them to the small pen spent much of the night in, she and Tae were plunked into a small powder room. There, they had their faces and clothes hurriedly touched up by a hoard of assistants. “You’re getting a bunch of awards,” one of them hurriedly explained as she powdered Phoenix’s nose. “We gotta make you look good for the photos.”

She felt like a car in a rally, with a flock of mechanics hastily completing their maintenance before shipping her back out into the public eye once more. Impressively, in the time she and Tae were absent, the ring had been cleaned and transformed. The glass walls were gone, and the perimeter was lined with tables bearing all manner of awards and prizes: plaques, trophies, certificates, and a variety of luxurious items. A man and a woman stood in the middle, chatting casually to one another with a variety of cards in hand. In the space at the bottom of the ring were other competitors who awaited in various seats. She and Tae were led past them until they reached their own spots at the end, close to the stairs onto the platform. While most of the participants they passed greeted them civilly or even pleasantly, several scowls were not lost to Phoenix. Grimm’s owner seemed particularly disdainful, but she merely kept her gaze forward and continued on to her seat.

Once everyone was present, the man and woman on stage drew the audience back to them. “What a night this has been! As always, I’d like to thank everyone for coming and making Vigrid what it is.” Judging by the voice, this was one of the commentators – meaning the woman was the other, as well. “To wrap up our scheduled programming, we’ll be announcing the night’s winners, along with the winning raffle tickets.”

The woman lifted one of her cards, taking over the commentary. “First is our overall champion of the night… you know it, I know it, we all know it – let’s give it up one more time for Nyx and Tae!” The spotlight glared upon them, following the pair’s journey away from their seats and back onto the stage. Phoenix smiled softly, making some attempt to quell the mad beating in her chest. “Congratulations, you two. Your performance was perhaps the most memorable we’ve ever had here! Every fight was absolutely stellar and unique, and an utter joy to watch.”

The female announcer smiled, signifying that this space was for her to speak. “Thank you, it’s been a pleasure and an honour to participate here.” Phoenix dipped her head modestly, opting to display some sense of gracious humility now, despite the confidence she'd displayed earlier.

“Likewise, I assure you! Tell us, will we be seeing more of you in the future?” The man jumped in again, his brows arched with anticipation.

She paused, scrambling for an answer before a lie floated to the surface of her mind. “Unfortunately… I’m actually moving away to a different country.” A chorus of disappointment sounded around her. “This was one of my bucket-list items before I left.” As successful as they were, and as sweet as it was to beat these socialites, all of this was simply a bit too extravagant for her to make into a habit. More than anything, Phoenix wanted to return to her normal, boring, everyday routine.

“That’s a shame! But if you’re ever back here visiting with Tae, you’ll always be welcome back at Vigrid.” The woman laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, before she glanced down at her card. “Your souvenir from us will be a cash prize, wired to your account through the talented and stunning Tae. And, of course, some new decorations for your future home!” The man picked up a large gold trophy and a gold medallion hanging from a ribbon of silk. He handed the latter to his female colleague, who draped it over Tae’s neck, while the man handed her the other accolade.

“Congratulations on winning first place tonight at Vigrid! Let’s hear it one more time!” With another eruption of applause and cheers, the two were sent back to their seats. From there, the remainder of the awards and prizes were given out. Although there was an impressive amount of them, surprisingly, the ceremony went by quickly and efficiently. Second and third place winners were called to the stage, before the additional awards were handed out. It was during this period that Tae and Phoenix were up and down from their seats several times, having swept a good number of them. He had nabbed ‘Most Stylish Fight’ from his foray with Rex, as well as ‘Most Well-Dressed Pet’, and ‘Up and Coming Competitor’. Apparently, his performance had been so impressive that he even received two awards specially made for him: ‘Dark Horse’ and ‘Most Seductive’, particularly for his fight against Calliope. They received a few smaller plaques and trophies for these, in addition to a ‘small’ cash sum of $1,000 each.

After these were given out, the raffle awards were announced, and finally the pair caught a break. Eventually, the tables were cleared, and the night was officially concluded. While the party was still open and would continue until dawn, this was the true end of the official programming. As Phoenix rose from her seat, stretching her arms gently behind her, she glanced at a clock. 2:35 am. And closing in around the deadline for when she needed to send her parents money…

Cradling the trophy in the crook of one arm, she adjusted her grip on two of the plaques in hand. “Can you get in touch with Rhys?” Phoenix asked Tae, who held the remainder of the awards. “Let him know we should get going. We can meet at the front.” Hopefully he was sober enough to drive… though if not, she was more than happy to take on that role for once.

They hurried off from their spot and towards the entrance to rendezvous with her friend. A feat much easier said than done, however, as they were snagged by a myriad of questions from different guests and competitors. Phoenix did her best to entertain a few, but at some point, she began to peddle the excuse that she had a flight to catch and couldn’t stick around much longer. Thankfully, most were happy to let her go, though some were evidently miffed at her standoffishness. Not that she cared – it was no skin off her back.

When they returned to the front, Rhys was waiting there, his cheeks visibly flushed. “Ph—er, Nyx!” He waved a hand, his movements loose and relaxed. He was definitely drunk. “Man, that was… this was… amazing! Just so, so good, I’m so glad that… that I could come, and…” He ran a hand through his hair, his face glowing with a positively goofy smile. “Oh, get this—I actually met this girl, and she… hey, wow, you got a lot of stuff, huh? Want me to carry some?”

Phoenix chuckled. “No, it’s fine. Just give me the valet ticket and I’ll take us home.” She shifted two of the plaques over to Tae, freeing up a hand to receive the small slip in question. With their group reformed she led them out of the opulent mansion and back into the cool, night air. As she handed over the ticket and waited for them to bring Rhys’ truck around, Tae went to the liberty of informing her she had a payment sent to him from the Vigrid staff.

“… How much?” She felt her heart patter in her chest, her pulse quickened by both anxiety and anticipation.

‘122,693.’ A combination of the awards, the cash prize for first place, and a cut of the bets. Well, that was the full amount – but it seemed there was a note that half of it would be sent automatically to Carter Harrington, their sponsor for the night.

Somehow, she wasn’t surprised at his underhanded involvement… Still, she could hardly believe her ears. $61,000, just after a few hours. “Holy shit… from everything?” It was at this point that Rhys’ car stopped in front of them, and soon the valet dropped the keys in her open hand. The trio loaded up into the vehicle, and as Phoenix adjusted the seat and mirrors she let the number sink into her brain. Was this for real? How much money flowed through this place as whole, if they themselves won this much in such a short time?

As she began to drive off Rhys cheered in the backseat, where he insisted on sitting. “Whoo! Phoenix, this is—this is awesome! That’s… that’s so much friggin’ money, man… Rich people are on another level totally…” He trailed off, his enthusiasm suddenly wilting as he leaned against the side of the car and made a face. “Uh… I gotta close my eyes… I don’t wanna puke in my own car…”

Phoenix glanced at him in the rear view mirror to see the man curled up slightly, his eyes squeezed shut. The woman made a point to drive a little smoother, though her mind was wholly occupied with the manner of their winnings and, most importantly, sending them overseas. Once they were out of the neighbourhood of gleaming mansions and back onto familiar roads, she cast a quick glance at the android at her side. “Tae, can you help me with some of that money? I need to send it to my parents ASAP. Their contacts are saved in my bank account - I send them cash often. And after that, I’d like you to repay Rhys for everything he’s lent me – and a little extra, actually.” Although she had never formally relinquished or shared any of her financial details with Tae, she was quite sure he could find the information he needed and complete these tasks all before they made it home.

And sure enough, the task was done with all the promptness she expected. Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Tae. I hope that finally solves that now.” She supposed she even had a good chunk of extra cash for herself, after all that. Normally the prospect would excite her, but in the moment all she could think about was how utterly exhausted she was.

As a result of her fatigue she said little to Tae along the ride home, simply concentrating instead on the lights and road ahead of them. Soon enough, they arrived back at her apartment, where she and Tae had to pretty much drag a half-asleep Rhys out of the truck and up to her place. Once they had settled him onto the couch, she changed out of her dress and wig, exchanging them for a t-shirt and sweatpants. “I’m going outside to call my mother,” she said to Tae, with phone and cigarettes in hand. “Why don’t you come with me?” Although she was so used to doing everything alone, she wanted him there with her when she finally closed the chapter of this hellish week.

Closing the door quietly behind them, they made their way back to the ground floor and to the side of the building where she had first broken down at the news of her father. With trembling hands, she opened up the conversation with her mother. She had sent her a multitude of updates about her father: his surgery, his recovery, a minor complication, and a recovery… and of course, the loan sharks hounding at her back. Her mother’s messages were interspersed with dashes of both concern and love, a raw display of her undoubtedly frayed nerves. It was a wholly one-sided conversation, and each unanswered text bubble hammered a nail of guilt into her heart. Phoenix barely had a second to look at these updates, let alone reply to them this week.

But, she was here now. The woman clicked the phone icon next to her mother’s name and held the device to her ear, enduring a painstaking wait for the call to connect. Then, finally, a frazzled voice crackled forth:

Hei-Jin? Hei-Jin! Are you all right? You didn’t answer all week— Ah, nevermind, where on earth did you get all this money from? And how—?” Frantic Cantonese poured into her ear.

Mom, I— is it fine? Did you send it to them?” Phoenix ran a hand through her messy bangs, her brow creased with worry. “Is everything all right now?

There was a long sigh, but not a sad one. “Yes, I sent it as soon as I got it… To the doctors as well. I’m waiting to hear back, but… it seems like they’ll let him go home today.

Thank fuck…”

Language—! Ah, forget it. Hei-Jin… do I want to know what you did?” The fear was palpable in each tone.

Nothing like what you’re thinking, mom.” Phoenix managed a dry chuckle. It wasn’t exactly legal, what they did, but it was not the unsavoury type of work she was imagining. “Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll check my phone more, so keep me updated. I want to know when everything is completely resolved.

Yes, yes, of course. Please get some sleep. I’m so sorry, and... thank you. You don’t deserve such burdensome parents, I’m so sorry…” She could hear the tears welling up in her mother’s throat, a noise too familiar, yet one that struck a pang at her heart every time.

It’s fine, mom. Get some rest too. Talk to you soon.” With that, they said their goodbyes and hung up.

She leaned against the wall and sunk to the ground, her chest ballooning to its full capacity before she heaved a massive sigh. “Seems like it’s over.” Shaking her head, she plucked a cigarette from the package and inserted it between her lips. After lighting it she took a long, slow drag before expelling another deep, smoke-filled breath. Despite the fatigue weighing on her body, her heart felt light and her mind felt clear. Finally, she could relax.

“Tae…” Phoenix raised her knees slightly, enough so that she could rest her forearms upon them. “It’s all thanks to you. If you weren’t here, I probably would’ve had to do what my mom thought I did.” She angled her neck to look up at him. “Anyway, now we can focus on you… and us, I guess.” A brief silence came over her as she took another puff. Now that the chaos was starting to settle, it felt time to address some of the thoughts she’d been pushing to the back of her mind. After all he had done for her, she felt like she owed Tae that much.

“I know you want to keep serving me. And I know I’ve been saying that I’ll try and get you back to your rightful owner.” After the events that had filled the last seven days or so, these matters felt so far away. Phoenix paused, the taste of her words lingering on her tongue as she simultaneously wrestled with the ones that would come next. “But my feelings towards that have changed… I think.” She tapped a finger on her kneecap, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “I know it’s not the right thing to do here, but… I want you to stay with me.”

She pursed her lips together, her heart thudding against her ribcage once more. “Not just because of what you can do, though. I mean, obviously you make my life so much easier. But…” Phoenix felt her face flush. She would have hoped it was not visible in the dim light of this ungodly hour, but she knew nothing was lost to Tae’s sight. Clearing her throat, she gathered the breath to continue. “I… like being with you. Even though this week has been the shittiest in a while, I’ve made it through because of you. And if there’s some way I can make your days better… I want to do it.” Her gaze lingered on the orange tip of her cigarette, and the wafts of vapour that drifted off of it.

"Is that wrong...?"
 
Fighting a lion was no different than fighting any other beast. A dog, a cat, a hyena, quadruped PETs could only move certain ways or else they were no longer their own species. It was the strange PETs that were hard for Tae to deal with, like the monkey, spiders, or even snakes. Thankfully, humans and humanoids were also easy on the fundamental level.

So as Tae twisted the neck off of the lion, he was already plotting his fight against the fox-female. It was like the announcer was saying, he did not come here to play around. This was a war where he would win every battle too. Strangely though, as the lights fell on himself and the lion, all he could think was that silver and white was more his color than gold, no matter its connotations.

Such petty opinions faded when Phoenix looked at him. Who cared about the lights, the audience, Tae had her. It made him excited to fight as long as it meant she would look at him so happy like that again, if it meant she would praise him. He may have had a heart or blood, but he felt something inside of him skip a beat… in a good way.

The presence of a red-headed newcomer didn’t even sour Tae’s mood, although he did subsciously raise his chin a bit as he glanced at her approach. He kept his eyes trained on a spot just in the distance of the camera, but his focus was on the woman and Phoenix. This focus made him hear her suggestive words louds and clear, and although they did not please him since it implied he was a lust object, she was not fully wrong. He was, in all ways, what one would want from a humanoid PET… it's just that to Tae’s knowledge that was never his purpose and he never did it before.

And more importantly, Phoenix’s words to the crowd made Tae even more proud to be hers. She was as ready as he was to continue.

The downside was that the next match required Tae to perform in ways that the announcer woman had implied. Sexual, like a toy given fighting capabilities rather than a defender given other kills. A toy like Calliope clearly was. However, when Phoenix asked it of him, Tae merely nodded. “I can do that. Should be easy knowing her type of PET.” Of course meaning a sex doll with pressure points built so into her core that it would be impossible to cover them up during a fight without removing her purpose the rest of the time. “I’ll make it work.” Although he would not enjoy it.

No one in the audience would be able to tell though. Just as Calliope was built to show expressions, most of them joy or pleasure, Tae could do the same. He did not show pleasure, but he did allow himself to smile in a stereotypically sly manner, one side of his mouth stretched up into a smirk and his eyes narrowed but brows high. It was all a ruse though. Tae felt no attraction to this PET, and truly, the idea of liking the appearance of another who was not Phoenix never entered Tae’s mind. He could act like it, he could lie, but the thought of other attraction was never more than a surface thought because it was just so impossible to comprehend.

He was grateful for the fight to be over.

“I’m glad I met your expectations. I did my best.” Tae said sincerely when she praised him, although with slightly less enthusiasm than normal. However, her recognizing that that it wasn't something he would enjoy perked him up just as quickly. He was quick to change his mind on such matters. After all, he was programmed to respond to praise above all negative stimulants. “It was worth it. I imagine that we just drew in a large number of profitable fans!”

The night passed quickly, although for Tae it was a bit longer than he was used to. Time already moved slower to him than it did to humans due to his brain working faster, but tonight he had way more thinking and data collecting to do, so it was almost as if time was moving at normal speed to him, and that fact was what made it abnormal to Tae’s robotic brain. Still it ended with them more than victorious in all fields, each fight as merciless as the one before it. Just as planned.

Tae showed no discomfort at all of the hands touching him, making him look perfect for the cameras, and that’s because he wasn't. Although touch from other people was not often pleasant, this felt like work, so it was fine. No different than a mechanic with their whole hand up his spine trying to adjust a single screw. It was normal maintenance, and such a thing implied nothing unless further action was taken. Tae was, on the other hand, impressed by how quickly the fighting ring was turned into an award ceremony location. It looked nice, and by the time the awards were over with, Tae would not have needed the blinding lights to sparkle considering the large awards hanging around his neck, placed there by his mistress.

“Of course,” Tae said when Phoenix eventually asked him to reach out to Rhys, which he did quickly even as he spoke further. “Shall I carry that for you?” Tae asked, making a pointed glance at the trophy and plaques she was carrying. He was already carrying the rest of them, but he figured he could do a few more. He’d at least ask and try.

Whether or not Phoenix let him carry the remaining trophies, they both made their way to the entrance where Rhys was waiting. And thankfully due to Rhy’s drunk condition, Phoenix gave Tae a few of the trophies she was carrying. “Would you like me to drive?” Tae asked, hopeful in his tone. As to be expected of him, he was always seeking more and more ways to be of help. “I know how to drive,” he further assured, although he never proved this fact to either of the humans or himself. Still, he was confident.

And he was confident that the 122,693 award would be more than enough for Phoenix to take care of her family and herself, even once half of it was sent to their sponsor, the vile Carter Harrington. Tae should have known about this policy long before they arrived, but he didn’t, and that was what annoyed Tae rather than the loss of so much money that could have gone to Phoenix. Still, the money they did earn was enough to keep Tae happy, and more importantly, make Phoenix happy.

“That’s everything. Although we could likely make a bit more if we wanted to melt down these plaques and sell them as metal ore. They seem to be made of quality material.”

Because of Rhy’s condition, Tae had chosen to sit in the back seats, and that quickly became a wise choice. Tae turned to Rhys and started to care for him almost immediately. Care for him, in this case, was to help him drink a few sips of water, place Tae’s old shirt as a “puke bag” on Rhy’s lap, and perform a stranger help method. “Give me your arm,” Tae whispered so as not to interrupt Phoenix or annoy Rhy’s ears. “Put your hand like this.” Tae moved his hand so that his fingers were pointing up and his palm was facing his torso. Should Rhys have done so, Tae powerfully pressed the tips of two of his fingers into Rhy’s wrist. It likely pinched unpainfully, but as Tae added pressure, Rhy’s nausea should have vanished or at least reduced. This was a pressure point that did not work for everyone, but it did work for most.

“Feel better?” Tae whispered, not moving his hand even as he turned to look at Phoenix. He listened intently even as he cared for Rhys. “Consider both of those done.” And within ten minutes, both payments were sent and processed for both accounts. Thankfully, Phoenix seemed to accept that Tae had all of her information and the information of those who mattered to her. It made this task easier cause he didn't need to even try to hide anything, not that he would have either way.

“I’m sure it has, and if it hasn’t, I’ll be here to solve whatever new problem appears.”

The silence of the car was only occasionally changed by Tae giving gentle, simple instructions to Rhys. Take a sip of water, put your head in this position, let me press a different pressure point. He was attentive, focused, and doing a good job holding back the worst of Rhy’s symptoms although the solutions never lasted long after Tae would abandon him, so he simply didn’t. He was being a nurse maid, and he loved it.

Once home, Tae simply picked up Rhys since helping him up the stairs was more dangerous and took longer.Bridal style was the way Tae always seemed to choose to carry people, and this was for everyone’s benefit cause Rhys was actually sleep in his arms before they even reached the apartment. Tae could set the young man down on his side easily. Once again, Tae positioned his old, torn shirt in front of Rhys in case he puked in his sleep.

“Hm?” Tae said softly as he was finishing adjusting his shirt, glancing up at Phoenix. “Of course!” He said with a bit more volume and enthusiasm. It felt good to be invited, and he followed Phoenix back down the stairs and outside like an excited puppy about to go for a walk.

As the call started, Tae moved closer so that he could hear and, more importantly, offer a physical sign of support for her to lean on should she need it. But he did not make contact. That final inch of support was Phoenix’s choice to make. So until then, he’d listen closely to each syllable either of them said.

And what he heard was beautiful because of the clear love in both of their voices.

Tae smiled absently as the call ended and Phoenix let her body relax against the wall.

“I’m glad I was here as well.” Both because he was glad in general and because his presence directly meant that Phoenix did not need to sacrifice herself in the name of something like money. Tae was a bit more confused at what she continued the conversation with. “Me? What is there to focus on?” To Tae, there was nothing true that mattered. Maybe his repairs? But that was a personal issue, not an ‘us’ issue.

At the mention of his rightful owner, Tae could only at first let out a simple “Ah” as he realized where this conversation was going. Brows creased and his shoulder slumped as a deep onset of melancholy sunk into his core at the thought of leaving for some unknown master he no longer felt a touch of loyalty to. However, as Tae often did since Lai.pro was installed when she said that she wanted him to stay, immediately his shoulders snapped back into position, his brows raised along with his upper eyelids, and a true open smile stretched onto his face. He didn’t speak though. Phoenix was still talking, after all.

Once she was done though, Tae could not respond fast enough. In fact, Tae gracefully fell to his knees and placed a hand on Phoenix’s non-smoking hand. “No! It’s not wrong at all! I want to be with you until the end of time! You're all that matters to me, and the very thought of leaving your side breaks my heart.” His confession was not quiet, not subtle, and he did not care if anyone heard him on this late, quiet night. How could he be silent when something so important to him was finally being discussed truly. “I have no loyalty to my creator. I’m loyal to you, and I want to be loyal only to you. Whoever my creator actually is, I know they were not good people. You are though. You are the strongest, kindest, most selfless person I could imagine. No one is more worthy of my service.”

“No one else is as worthy of my love as you are.”

This final confession was said the same as the rest, yet there was a subtle separation between his final confession and the rest of his confession. A slight pause, a slight softness, a slight innocence one could argue was not born out of programming but of programmed emotion that developed affection on its own.

“Hearing that you want me here is all I’ve wanted to hear for a long time. You’ve already, and always do, made my year, let alone day.” In a way that was almost too innocent for his size, Tae leaned down a bit and gently but firmly placed his forehead on Phoenix’s hand that he was presently holding. “The only thing that hurts me in this life is failing you and the thought of leaving you.”

Moving his head just enough to look up at her, Tae smiled again. “ Thank you for letting me stay.”
 
Tae spoke of melting the spoils of their victories into their raw constituents, turning the somewhat prestigious but ultimately useless awards into something of actual value. It was hard to get much more pragmatic than that, wasn’t it? “Good thought, Tae. Let’s keep it in mind.” Although Phoenix had little use and even less interest in such meaningless accolades, she could not give much more thought or commitment to the matter. Her mind, body, and soul were stretched well beyond their limits, and all too willing to table this suggestion for the time being.

During the car ride back, Tae took the initiative of nursing the drunken Rhys in the back seat. Not only was he armed with all the knowledge and skills to look after him, but he spoke with a tenderness and softness to match his nurturing actions. In stark contrast to the impressive power that Tae displayed tonight, he handled the man gingerly with a feather-light touch. Undoubtedly, Rhys would never get this caliber of aftercare ever again. He even scooped up the man in his arms – who was by no means a small person, in terms of both height and weight – and carried him up to her apartment like a slumbering, lumbering princess.

Once Rhys was settled, the remaining pair made their way back to the ground floor. In the conversation that ensued, the unfailingly selfless Tae did not seem to be aware of what there was to focus upon. Phoenix gave a short, breathy laugh. She knew his personality well enough to not be surprised, yet she still somehow failed to anticipate his reaction. Nevertheless, she elaborated.

A wave of words and feelings spilled forth, the ironclad floodgates that normally contained her emotions now agape, thanks to the relief that came with the resolution of her problems. The deep, conflicting sentiments that she repeatedly shoved down into the pit of her heart were released; and the chains fell away from her innermost turmoils, freeing them from where she’d suppressed them over and over at the very back of her mind. It was almost dizzying, unleashing all that had been pent-up, but with her spinning head came a sense of lightness – as if a heavy weight had been shed from her form.

But now that it was all out in the open, her words forever etched into the air between them… Phoenix had to say she was a little embarrassed. She was not this kind of woman – this sort of touchy, feely, sentimentality was not part of who she was. Not for many, many years. And if she ever did stray into this territory with someone, they would only catch a glimpse: like a momentary flash of moonlight falling through a crack in the swirling clouds. Yet, here she was, spilling her guts to an individual who, prior to a short time ago, she would’ve never imagined being so vulnerable with under any circumstances.

Undoubtedly, it was only because he felt so real, so human, that she found herself here, in this puzzling predicament. But, while Phoenix felt rather bashful about her uncharacteristic display, there was another irksome layer to her unease. There she stood, drenched in her emotions and entangled in her messy thoughts, while Tae was a picture of absolute calm. Not only did he mimic a human, but his logic and self-regulation probably made him even better than one. Almost paradoxically, however, his perfection only served to highlight his inhumanity. And it was this that made her feel even more pathetic about how she was acting.

His superiority and her inferiority were further contrasted as he responded to her clumsy words with kindness and grace. Phoenix’s eyes widened beneath arched brows, gazing upon Tae as he kneeled before her, her free hand clasped in his. A knot rose in her throat, the heat of tears pushing at her eyes again as his own feelings came forth. Despite the mechanized voice that formed those words, or the complex coding of Lai.Pro that crafted those feelings, and the fact that Phoenix was so wholly, painfully aware of the artificial nature of these things – and of Tae himself – they were real and sincere; almost frighteningly so. She could not give any explanation to why this was so, or what drove this belief: her logic and rationality were completely eclipsed by the emotions swelling in her chest, and the emotional programming of her own flesh-and-blood brain. Each syllable that came from his mouth gripped at her heart, enclosing it in a strange sensation of tightness and warmth, as if it were enveloped in an embrace.

“I…” In the wake of his expression, it took her a moment to pick the right words to return. “I’m really not worthy of such high praise, but… Thanks.” Then, just as her brain was slowly, steadily starting to recompose itself and compile a coherent response, she was blown off course by a single word.

Love?

“Your…” Her tongue couldn’t form the sounds, which were caught in a tangle in her mouth. It wasn’t like she wasn’t familiar with the word: it was so often thrown around these days – especially at work, off a myriad of drunken lips. Phoenix had always thought herself somewhat numb to it… at least, in any context that was not familial. She was desensitized to the romantic or even platonic notion of ‘love’. And yet, despite the ubiquitous nature of that four-letter word, and how often she was caught in its crossfire, she found herself at a loss. Tae had made professions in a similar vein before, particularly after the activation of Lai.Pro; but here, beneath the quiet glow of the flickering light overhead, amidst the cloud of cigarette smoke, it felt… different.

Gulping down the lump that had risen in her throat, the woman tore her eyes away from the visage staring up at her. As her unsteady gaze fell upon the blades of grass lined up against the walkway beneath their feet, Tae continued, his words imbued with that same, profound earnest. Slowly, her dark pupils found their way back to him, taking in the sight of his smile. His face, cool and smooth, laid gently against her free hand, and for a moment Phoenix could swear she saw his gratitude and affection glimmering in the blue lights of his eyes.

“Man…” Closing her eyes, Phoenix took one last, long drag of her cigarette before dropping the ash-tipped stick. She stamped it out with the ball of her foot, watching her shoe briefly wiggle upon the concrete before she kicked the remnants slightly off to the side. “I’ll be honest, Tae…” The woman slowly sunk to the ground where she sat, cross-legged, in front of him. “I don’t… really know what to say to that. About your love, that is.” She looked up, staring into the eyes that looked back at her.

“I know that I really care about you. And not like how I’d care about an object, or some belonging of mine – but like any other friend. A good one.” With her free hand, she ran it through her hair, brushing her bangs away from her forehead to reveal the wrinkle that lay beneath. “But in terms of… love…” The word felt strange coming off the tip of her tongue, like her voice had no business creating those sounds. “… I can’t say. I haven’t felt anything for anyone in so long – hell, I’ve barely even thought about it.” She shook her head, pausing for a moment to try and get a grasp on her whirling thoughts as she tucked a strand of slightly matted hair behind her ear. “Now that I am, all I can think of is… well, about how anyone would probably fall in love with you eventually. I think it’d actually be impossible not to – I mean, you’re perfect.” Another short, soft laugh slipped from her lips.

“For all intents and purposes, you’re pretty much human now, too… though, I’d be lying if I said I’m not a bit caught on the fact that you’re not.” Phoenix frowned, her eyes narrowing slightly: an expression halfway between distress and pensiveness. It felt callous to say it, even if Tae may not necessarily be offended or hurt by it: it was, after all, a simple fact. It was then that she wondered, that if Tae was a human… would she feel this same confusion now? Or would she have any feelings of any kind at all? Their time together was, in the grand scheme of things, relatively short. If there was blood pouring through his body, and a heart pumping in his chest… would things be different between them? She pictured it, stewing in a momentary silence before she found her answer. I wouldn’t trust a human so flawless, she concluded, though not to much clarity.

Scrunching her brow, she closed her eyes and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her wrinkled nose. “Ugh, sorry. Being so floundered and confused isn’t like me at all...” Phoenix heaved a sigh, bringing her head back to position as her lids slowly lifted. She was silent for another moment, shuffling about her thoughts yet again until she found her footing, and continued. “All right. For now, it’s best to keep this simple. I don’t know that sort of label to put on it, or even what ‘it’ is exactly, but I know that I care about you greatly. And I know that I want you to stay with me, even if that’s selfish or even if someone else thinks it might be wrong.” The woman bobbed her head once, punctuating her thoughts and reassuring herself.

“More importantly, though, I know I want to honour what you want.” Phoenix lifted a hand, placing it gently over his. “I know you haven’t had any problems with helping me without receiving anything in return, but it’s time for me to be more considerate of your feelings and needs. I truly want to.” Slowly, as her words found their sense of certainty again, the hesitance and embarrassment faded from her features. “If you’re going to stay with me, I want you to be more like… a partner. Someone equal. Because that’s what you are – and I want you to be able to live your life freely. To act on your desires, like me or any other person.” She spoke with a greater tempo, a faster pace than her disjointed, uneasy rhythm before, and in doing so she almost did not realize what she just said. She spoke of Tae as a ‘person’ – a human individual. It seemed that she had already begun to shift her perspective of him from being a machine programmed to act like a human, to being an agent with true emotions, needs, and a free will, just like her.

After a momentary stumble on this revelation, Phoenix went on. “I know you don’t want recompense, but I still want to pay you back somehow – or at least, try to. With something more… meaningful than just telling you that I want you to stay with me. You’ve done more for me and my family than I can ever describe, and I think you deserve a real expression of that appreciation. Especially as an equal to me.” The woman paused here, holding her gaze on Tae’s briefly before she slipped her hands away from beneath his and leaned forward. Slowly, her arms snaked around his shoulders, meeting each other at the back of his neck as she pulled herself close to him in a tight embrace. His firm, cool body lay flush against the warmth and softness of her own. It was an odd sensation, feeling this very human-shaped body lacking in its own reciprocal heat. But it was not unwelcome; on the contrary, Phoenix found it rather comforting.

“This isn’t much, but… thank you for everything, Tae.” She lifted her head from where it rested upon her own arm, shifting and releasing him ever so slightly so that she could turn her face towards his. Phoenix hovered there for a moment, hesitant for a split second before she moved in towards him, gently pressing her lips against the surface of his cheek. The woman held it there, as if transferring her feelings – nameless, indescribable, and elusive as they were – onto his synthetic skin. A small gesture of her sincerity and her own affection, even if she could not package it into a neat speech of her own.

With that, Phoenix fell away from him, her cheeks flushed pink. “Well…” She chuckled a little, her heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. It had been some time since she had kissed anyone, even something as innocent as a peck on the cheek. To that matter, it had probably been even longer since she initiated this sort of gesture to anyone that she had any semblance of feelings for. It felt a little awkward, in truth, and so she decided to change the subject to avoid lingering upon it. “I think it’s time to go back upstairs now.” She gave a curt nod and quickly rose to her feet before briskly making her way back into the building and up to her apartment.

Once she was back home, she went about her usual evening routine and prepared herself for sleep. However, before settling into her bed, she posed a question to Tae – one that had surfaced in her mind and demanded some attention before she drifted off for the night. “It’s great we both want to stay together, but I realize that I’ve made it hard for us to do that.” Phoenix laughed, or at least, she made some sound resembling it that was crafted from both sheepishness and regret. “Seeing as we made a big scene with all those socialites and getting on video before. Your real master will probably catch wind of us eventually, and I doubt he’ll be happy to just hand you over to me.” She scratched the side of her neck, the conflict between their desires and the reality – which, in part, she’d striven for – becoming quite poignant as she spoke. If only she’d realized her own wishes a little sooner, it would have been easier to go under the radar. Now that she wanted something, Phoenix wasn’t quite sure she could have it. A thought that weighed heavily at the pit of her stomach, twisting and churning inside of her in stark contrast to the warmth and quiet joy she had felt downstairs.

Then again, when she thought about it, such was par for the course. When did she ever get what she really wanted in this life of hers? Sometimes she caught a lucky break, sure, but the real dreams never came true... not for someone like her. Perhaps she’d soon awaken from all of this, and it would all be a faraway memory, the remnants of a sweet reverie. One whose saccharine aftertaste would undoubtedly make the harshness of reality all the more bitter.

Still, even if that was what awaited her at the end of all this, Phoenix would be damned if she didn’t at least try to hold onto it. After all, she was no longer that groveling, helpless, weak-willed girl. As the woman she was, in the here and now, she’d exhaust all of her options and go down swinging. Then, at the very least, she couldn’t fault herself for not trying; and, perhaps, she might have a few less things to regret. “Any ideas? Maybe there’s some angle we can take to work things out.”
 
Tae slightly looked down at the trophies, smiling lightly at them. “I hope we don't have to though. These would look nice on that shelf below your television.” Tae was not one for fanair, for pride or bragging, but he knew that people liked trophies, and these were well made and nice to look at aesthetically even without their meaning behind them. Plus, Phoenix could use more shiny things in her home. Things that would reflect light and make even the darkest corners brighter.

After all this, she deserved more light in her life.

Tae still thought of how he could make her home and life more joyful even as he cared for Rhys during and after the car ride. After all, Tae did care for him; this care was unrelated to his position as her friend as well. He wanted to help him because he was him. No surprise though, everything, in the end, led back to Phoenix.

It’s why he always followed when she gave the slightest hint that she wanted him to, and why he always listened when she spoke to him openly and fully. But it was her total brilliance that made him confess his own feelings to her at this moment. His true, complete feelings.

Love and all.

“You are,” Tae said instinctively when Phoenix once again, as usual, shoved away his praise. She had dedicated her life and safety over the past week or two to her family, prioritizing them as well as paying back the friends who helped her on her way. She was someone who saw worth in a machine like him, enough to treat him like a person. People like her were worth more than just words he could say.

As immortal would wait a century for an answer to a single question, and Tae was near-immortal, so he easily waited for Phoenix to find the words to respond to his declaration. He was being a bit forward…. But it felt right to say it at this moment, right? Even if she felt nothing for him besides thanks and friendship, that didn’t mean he was wrong to admit his love… right?

These thoughts almost made his smile fall, but the confession felt too good for anything to chase it away. So when phoenix looked away and then back, his smile was still present and honest. His eyes followed her every moment, meeting and tracking her gaze as she sunk down to his level on the ground.

Her following words meant the world to Tae. Perhaps more than anything else she had ever said before, which was saying a lot about the impact of her carefully chosen, emotionally charged phrases. All he could do was nod in appropriate moments, waiting for changes to interject or respond.

Eventually that change came when Phoenix spoke of whether or not she would accept his love.

Of course she didn’t love him back. How could she? And that was okay.

“I’m not asking to be loved back,” Tae said clearly, not avoiding eye contact and not even sounding sad. He seemed content. Truly. It is as if he knew he would hear this answer and was emotionally prepared for it. “I wouldn’t ask you to love me back. That would not be fair to you. I can’t provide what another human can. You’d never have a child with me. You’d be unable to empathize with my problems, and I can’t truly empathize with yours.”

“I can provide plenty of physical and intellectual joy, but I know I can’t reach a true human’s emotional capacity. After all, I can be changed at your whim. I know that. And I know that can and should change how you think of me. Even if we both need the energy to function, you with food and me with power, our hardware is far from identical.”

“You’ve accepted and acknowledged my love. That’s all I need.” Tae giggled a little, a soft, almost soundless expression of happy embarrassment. “Being considered a friend is more than I’ve hoped for. I’d love to be your friend too.” Although not as much as a true, trusted, sole companion.

Tae laughed again, this time covering his smile a little as if he didn’t want to be laughing right now. “I’m far from perfect. You’ve had to help me out more times than even I can count to keep me on the right path. I just hide my flaws well.” Tae sobered up a touch, although his smile didn’t fade fully. “And you’re wrong about people falling in love with me, Phoenix. I’m a PET, not a person. The average soul would never be able to overcome that fact. My face and voice would barely nudge that simple fact.”

“It really is a shame I am not more than pretty-much-human.” Tae admitted so quietly; he barely was aware that he said it out loud. He didn’t want to be human, he did amazing things being as he was, but if he was nearly-human. Imagine what he could do and be for Phoenix.

That thought alone made him wish he was both flesh and wires.

But that wasn’t reality. And Tae did not fight facts.

“Whatever label you give me, give us, I’m happy if I’m here.” Tae didn’t know how to be a partner. He truly didn’t. Being equal, wanting things, was not how he was programmed to be, and Lai.pro was having quite the job to explain in his brain how to cope with such demands. To say he wanted nothing was to ignore the fact that she wanted him to want. To want was to put his own motivations, no matter how small, before his masters. Nothing in his system wanted him to want, but Phoenix did, so Tae tried to want and pursue that want for the first time since his creation.

The first example of this was when Phoenix hugged him, Tae hugged back immediately. His embrace was not painful or strong, but it was tight. He buried his head in her shoulder and just sat there for a good few moments. Tae liked human contact, non-violent human contact, but he rarely ever got it. So selfishly, he held on silently and wished the moment would not end.

But it always did.

When Phoenix tried to keep talking, he let her pull away slightly, although his long arms still found themselves making subtle contact as she spoke. And he was glad she did.

Tae could not blush. He didn't have the ability to. But when her lips touched his cheek, Tae’s eyes flashed blue for a moment before he broke eye contact, and for the first time that Phoenix had met him, Tae looked shy. Not the type of shyness as a schoolgirl, but the shyness that came from being used to knowing most of everything now suddenly becoming flustered and out of sorts.

“Oh, wow,” Tae muttered, smiling as he placed his fingers on his cheek. This was, after all, the first time in his memory that he ever experienced such a thing. “Your lips are very soft, and you look very pretty when blushing.”

Tae hesitated before speaking and admitting how hard this was for him. “I’m not used to wanting for myself. I feel the most joy when I am serving, when I am helping... But to be your partner, I can try to want for my own sake. And,,,,” Tae hesitated again, trying to find the words, or perhaps deciding if he should say them at all. “I liked you kissing me on the cheek. I would enjoy it if it were to happen again… if you wanted it to as well, at least.”

This is what Tae wanted, and Phoenix wanted to know. What he wanted. That didn’t mean Tae would ever push through.

So when she suggested going upstairs, Tae quickly got to his feet and followed her upstairs, a puppy in many ways still even when trying to think of how to be selfish. And when they got home, Tae sat down to charge. He was needing it after so many fights and mental excursions. That being said, he did not blackout completely; he kept part of his consciousness awake just in case he was needed or addressed.

And he was, to his joy!

He smiled softly when she started. She had made it hard for them to stay together. She was stubborn in the best way because all of her stubbornness was born from kindness and good intentions. However, Tae did not know how to admit this without even implying insult. So he simply silently nodded, although that silence may have communicated his fond opinion on its own. No need to push the fact that she already knew; Tae wanted to stay and she, or his creator, were the only ones stopping this want from becoming reality.

She had a fair point though. They had not been quiet. They had not been subtle. Half of the reason they found success so quickly was that videos of Tae fighting had made it to the underground internet, a place where his master surely would be able to find it if he were browsing the fights for whatever reason… such as if he was specifically looking to track down a PET build for personal defense?

“He may…” Tae had to admit, although without any sign of joy. He was simply accepting and resolute about the fact. “In theory though, he will want to be subtle or at least non-violent at first. Subtle because he still wants to keep me a secret to the world, and non-violent only because he has money to spare.. That gives us options.” Or at least possibilities for the future. Tae felt fairly confident though about one thing. “We won’t break down the door to take me away, that I can be sure of.”

“That means we can plan, predict and overcome! Just as we have done up until now!”

“Now that money is no longer our immediate need and concern, I can focus my attention on my potential master, and more importantly, making sure that we are hard to find. I won’t ask you to move or anything, but I can start to get rid of videos of me found online, wiping traces of me on a satellite level, as well as perhaps even altering my appearance so that there is not a chance of simply walking by and seeing me.”

“I like my black hair, but I imagine that I could work with more dynamic appearances too. White hair, red, perhaps a common blonde should the others not suit my, how you say, vibe. And if we get our hands on some skin kits, I can alter my eye, lip, and nose shape.” Tae was about 78% confident that it could do it well, but of course, he refused to show his lack of confidence. How hard could it be to stretch out fake skin in a way that he would still look like a real, albeit too pretty for a human?

“Should avoiding him not work out though…. I think it may be wise to invest some of our time in finding blackmail. Now, should my maker be Master Dorion of D.O. PET Corp, then this will not be easy considering his wealth, influence, and intelligence. However, we do have connections with Carver and we can make the connections that we do not currently have if need be. I am already a blackmail threat since I do possess the power and ability to mass-produce the blueprints that can be used to make more of me, and if I spread these prints wide enough, then the rival businesses will be able to make human PETs. This is not an ideal outcome for us, but it is less ideal for Master Dorian.”


“He may back off if we threaten to make his exclusive asset public.”

Everything was and would be a gamble. “ But that last option may not work out depending on who moves first.The best defense is one that has offense, and one that does not wait to be a victim before acting.”

~~~

Tae’s final words echoed in his own head all night. He charged slower than normal, not willing to fully turn off his mind due to the future pressing so strongly on his mind. Phoenix was not stupid, so far from it, but she wasn’t a robot. She couldn't research as fast as he could, she couldn't perform the mathematics required for meaningful predictions in seconds like he could. Tae had a skill set, and he’d be scrap before he didn’t use it.

Unfortunately, and strangely, Tae did not come up with anything better despite thinking all night on this topic. One would think with the eight-plus hours he spent on a single task plus his computer-level intellect, he would have figured out more options or perhaps something concrete to start their blackmailing or defense strategy…. But nothing. He found nothing and he thought of nothing.

That was odd, and oddities were disturbing.

So Tae did what he could do. If he could not find the answer to his master's problem, then he would do something that he could do. Help Rhys deal with his hangover. The first step was silently in the night coaxing a half-awake Rhys to drink water. The second was making sure that there was a healthy breakfast for the man when he awoke, and third was, although not a strong long term solution but a decent temporary solution, was for Tae to drive the man home and then, with his inhuman speed and stamina, run home long before Phoenix awoke.

In fact, something interesting happened after Rhys made it home and before Tae made it home. He got a text. Or rather, it was a form of email that did not require a phone number or an email address. There was no true name for it since it did not follow true channels. It looked like a text, functioned like an email, and was in nearly all ways impossible to track even for a being like Tae that was half-designed for such things.

In the end, all Tae ended up receiving was the message and that he was able to verify its sender.

“Hello, Tae. It’s Chrysos. Unfortunately for you and your boss, Nyx, who I have learned is actually named Phoenix.., I’ve learned a lot about her and yourself. I know who made you and I know how to make sure that Phoenix gets arrested by the cops for illegal PET fighting. Now, neither your mistress nor you want that, and frankly, neither do I at the end of the day. But I will if I don’t get what I want. Come meet me and my brood where we first met and we can work this out before anyone unpleasant or legal tries to address this issue first. Thursday at 11 pm. Be there. :)

Tae wanted to think this was a mindless threat, that this meant nothing, but he knew better. He knew Cree and what he could do. He knew that Cree, for his foolish ambition, was as skilled as he claimed to be and rightfully claiming to be very skilled. This threat was too on point to be ignored but vague enough that a casual intervention was too risky. Holding him to his own words and terms was either the right option or simply worth considering.

It was a shame that Tae felt stiff this morning, but I'd be a criminal to ever dare suggest such a thing. After all, after their talk last night and the talk to come, it would just worry her. It was probably just rust or a lack of lubrication in his joints.

Tae hoped so at least.

Still, for this morning, Tae served her breakfast and allowed her to truly wake up before he brought up the blatantly bad news.

“I have bad news,” He started formally, both sitting at the table and Tae with his hands folded before him. “I received a message from Chrysos last night. I don’t know how he breached my defenses, but he did, and this is his message.” Tae read the text and shared his thoughts, which simplified the fact that Tae thought ignoring this potential threat was far more dangerous than ignoring or immediately counteracting. After all, they would lose more if they were sold out than Cree would if he was sold out.

The net gain and loss were not equal for them both.

It gave Chrysos an advantage.

“What would you like to do?” Tae had expressed his opinion that meeting Cree was wiser than leaving him ignored, but that didn’t mean he thought it was the best or only option. He simply was not willing to gamble on anything unpredictable.
 
Just when she thought she was truly getting used to this unfailing selflessness, he proved her wrong. A small frown slipped across her lips, in tandem with a wrinkle that creased her brow. Phoenix wasn’t exactly surprised by his complete acceptance of the vague nature of her feelings – after all, it was truly the only reaction one could expect out of him. Yet, in a situation such as this, some small part of her still expected otherwise. Perhaps it was a fault of her mind; a glitch of sorts that led her to anticipate a human reaction in this emotional scenario, despite the full knowledge of his nature. Truly, it was a strange feeling. Though, Phoenix supposed that this whole situation was just strange to begin with.

Nevertheless, she realized that perhaps it was best – at least for now – to simply try and accept it all for what it was. Trying to find reason in all of this kept her thoughts in disarray, tumbling about haphazardly in the space between her ears. The more she thought about all of this, the more confused she felt in general. And so, she concentrated on Tae’s words instead, absorbing every syllable he spoke and every motion he made. While he highlighted their irreconcilable, fundamental differences, he hardly seemed bothered at all. In fact, on the contrary, he was fairly delighted.

Dark eyes took in the sight of him, watching as a smile grew upon his face. Although his eyes did not light up the same way a human’s would, nor would the skin wrinkle and crease over the fine muscles beneath, his expression still radiated its own version of happiness. It was in this simple, quiet moment that something clicked in Phoenix’s brain. Even if she didn’t know how she felt, what she was supposed to do, or what would happen to them, the fact that she was able to play a part in crafting this joyful moment was reassurance that she had done something right.

However, mingling amongst his joy was still some inkling of regret. “If you were more than pretty-much-human, you wouldn’t be you.” Phoenix offered a small smile. A horribly cliché thing to say, but it was true. “If you weren’t you, I wouldn’t feel this way.” While these statements were not rooted in the same type of logic or factuality that Tae’s reassurances were, she hoped it might have a similar effect.

Regardless of whether her words met their mark, Tae was evidently happy with this redefinition of their relationship. Her embrace and her kiss (awkward as they were) were not only an expression of her affections and gratitude, but also a symbol of this change: the shift from old to new. As Tae’s arms wrapped around her form, gentle in the wake of the destruction they had caused, he laid his face in the crook of her neck. He made no resistance as she withdrew, but as her lips left skin and met the cool night air again, he adopted a look of bashful surprise.

Phoenix would be lying if she said she didn’t feel some satisfaction in catching him off guard, probably for the first – and maybe last – time. But this triumph was short-lived, as his straightforward flattery deepened the colour in her face and the embarrassment bubbling up within. “Oh, god…” was all she could muster, especially as he, albeit after a beat of hesitation, expressed his first desire. Pursing her lips, her eyes slowly floated upwards to meet his. “We can… definitely do that again,” she said softly, her head bobbing gently. “And it’s okay if you want to… um, initiate.” Putting it in such plain terms was strange, but she did want to give him that freedom if he so wished. If he were to have that impulse on his own accord, at least.

Regardless, it seemed the matter was settled for the time being – or at least, Phoenix couldn’t quite deal with any more embarrassment. The pair returned to her apartment without event, where the less-rosy aspects of her reality gradually set back in. Phoenix folded her arms across her chest as she listened to Tae’s perspective which, as usual, came with a sense of comfort. Although it was still speculation, it was nice to have a some semblance of hope. “I see.” The tension that had tightened her features eased, her lips releasing a soft sigh as she nodded. “Right. Maybe he’ll be watching to see if we make any other public appearances elsewhere after this.”

With a bright vote of optimism, Tae laid out his game plan. “Sure. Even if he has his own records of the videos, erasing us from the public eye still helps. As for your hair…” Her lips formed a line on her face as she squinted at him, picturing how he would look with a different colour. “Something common is probably best. Maybe even plain old brown. But you can decide what you want later on.” In terms of a skin kit – Phoenix glanced over at her slumbering friend. Perhaps he could help them out with that bit. Nevertheless, these measures would only take them so far. He laid out a contingency plan, one much trickier but more effective, if they could play their cards right.

“It’s hard to say, huh?” Phoenix blinked her eyes, which were beginning to feel heavy from fatigue. “Or at least, hard to say right now. At any rate, I definitely can’t make any decisions when I can’t even stay awake, so let’s talk about it in the morning. Sorry, Tae…” With a pat on his shoulder, she turned and found her way onto her bed and under the covers. “Thanks again for everything. See you in the morning…” she murmured through a yawn, before sleep quickly claimed her exhausted consciousness.

*~*~*​

Phoenix was unaware of what time she slept at, and even less aware of when she awoke or how much time had passed. The woman groaned softly as she rolled over in bed, stretching her limbs outward before slowly sitting at the side. With slow, sleepy blinks, she glanced around her apartment. Rhys had left at some point while she was asleep. It was just herself and Tae now, with one less problem to face today; though, it was no less stressful, to be sure. After allowing herself a few extra moments to gather her bearings, she went about her morning routine and sat down for the breakfast Tae had made.

While she ate the simple eggs and toast that he had prepared, Tae laid out the rather unfortunate turn their situation had taken. Phoenix chewed thoughtfully, listening and reading Chrysos’ message in silence. Her eyes gradually narrowed as she processed the text, her brow gradually knitting above them. “What a little piece of shit,” she sighed, wiping her fingers on a napkin before tossing the crumpled-up tissue onto her empty plate. “As much as I’d love to never see his face again, you’re right. Ignoring him isn’t the smartest way to go.”

Leaning back in her chair, she folded her arms over her chest, quietly glowering at the unexpected wrench Chrysos had thrown in their plans. For a moment, she racked her brain for other alternatives, but her efforts were ultimately fruitless. “We’ve got nothing on him and I can’t think of any way for us to even the playing field here, let alone gain the upper hand. You could try to scour for some leverage against him, but I have a feeling we might not find much.” Cree was an annoying bugger, but he was certainly talented and devious – a dangerous combination.

“Either way, we should probably agree to meet and see what this asshole wants.” She asked Tae to send a simple response – ‘See you there.’ Though, as she made this request, she realized that it wouldn’t be surprising if Cree had disabled the ability to reply. While her companion did so, Phoenix bit her inner lip and frowned, glaring at the crumbs on her plate. Instead of making gains towards their own offense, here they were on the defensive again. Unfortunate, but nothing she could help. Still, her nerves churned in her gut, brewing anxiety yet again. What could he want from them?

*~*~*​

With two days before their meeting, Phoenix and Tae did what they could. Her companion made efforts to look into Cree, but there was nothing significant for them to find. No information available to them gave much hint as to what he wanted, either. Her best guess was that he wanted to study Tae somehow, but if that were the case, did he need to be so aggressive about it? In truth, Phoenix wasn’t sure. Frustration grew alongside her mounting anxiety as the hours ticked on and they made no progress on dealing with Cree or Dorian. Powerless once more, it seemed there was little they could do but prepare to think on their feet and roll with whatever punches were coming their way.

In the meantime, Phoenix went back to work, leaving Tae to his own devices over the next couple of days as she tried to maintain some sense of normalcy. Once the night went on and their meeting time approached, they called a cab to her apartment. “At least we can afford a taxi now.” Phoenix, in spite of the situation, gave a wry chortle as their driver-for-hire drove off towards the designated meeting place: the parking lot used by Octaryon just a short time ago. Or at least, some home address nearby. While she doubted the taxi driver’s involvement in any nefarious business, they decided it couldn’t hurt to exercise at least some caution in this endeavour. After all, asking for a lift to a random parking lot late at night wasn’t exactly normal behaviour.

The pair disembarked at an apartment building in the neighbourhood and, after waiting for the taxi to leave, walked the rest of the distance to their destination. As they descended into the lower levels of the parking lot, they were met with… nothing. No one. With pursed lips, Phoenix glanced at her watch: they were right on time. Folding her arms over her chest, she peered around the area, her senses sharp in anticipation for any sign of Chrysos.

And, soon enough, they heard his voice from behind.

“Well, nice to see you two.” Phoenix turned to see Cree strolling across the empty lot, a grin spackled on his face. “Especially nice to see you without that wig, Phoenix. You look better without it.” He stopped a few yards away from them, close enough to converse while still keeping a safe distance. “How’re you doing on this fine evening? Thanks for coming.”

She stared at him, her features flat and even despite the quickening of her pulse. “What do you want from us?”
 
A human could never love a piece of metal and electricity. Tae never fooled himself into thinking that it was possible. And even if it was, it would be wrong to ask her to dedicate herself to him. He’d never die, never give her a child, never be able to relate to the deepest problems humanity felt on a biological and emotional level. No matter how much Tae wanted love and have a relationship, he knew it was unwise and so was something he’d never push.

Having a heart in his chest didn’t mean he would ever be a slave to it but neither was he immune to it.

“True, but if I was more human, I could be with you without concern. There wouldn’t be questions about my maker or my true dedication to you. I could just be me; a me who wants to be by your side until death or the end of time. But because I’m not human, we have to concern ourselves with programming and viruses. With influences outside of my will. I hate that.”

“Still,” Tae paused, taking in the time to appreciate her compliments. “I like me. I like how I am, and I like that you like me for what I am. I just wish I could be more for you.”

When one dreamed a single thing, how could one not feel a bit flustered when that dream became reality? Especially when one wants something as simple as acknowledgement and love? It was a normal reaction for one natural and unnatural. His first “oh, wow” followed by a confession was the logical and natural progression for this kind of romantic interaction. Or perhaps romantic was the wrong word... intimate may have been closer.

Either way, Phoenix obliged. He thought that kissing him on the cheek again may be possible, if not something she was willing to do. “I'll take the initiative then!” Tae immediately said, fully intending to do so. This could mean kissing her on the cheek, or maybe kissing her for real. Tae didn’t know, but with permission to try, he was nothing less than joyous at the opportunity.

How soon could he take advantage of his chance? He wanted her to kiss him again. So when could he ask her to do that and also have her want to kiss him in turn? Hopefully soon.

Being in her home, with Rhys around, left little chance for Tae to ask for another kiss nor did it even come to mind. Tae’s mind shifted to service alone, not romance and servitude. It always did and probably always would. After all, love was selfish in its nature, and Tae never wanted to be selfish.

“He’s waited this long. I can’t imagine he will rush unless we do something crazy. Keeping low will increase the chances of him taking it slow.” Then came the crux of the matter, erasing himself from the internet as much as possible, and worse, changing his appearance.

“Brown?” Tae said, reaching up to glance at the hair that slightly fell in front of his face when he didn’t manage it right. Thinking of his hair being brown made Tae’s nose scrunch . He liked all of his other suggestions way more, even if they were less formal. “Maybe I could keep my hair black but get some longer hair? I’d probably look good with a smooth ponytail”

Raising hands in surrender, Tae was quick to reassure her that everything was fine. “No, no. No apologies. Get to sleep. I’ll keep working over in my spot.” Which, even still, was just a place on the floor where he’d plop himself down.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Tae and Rhys spoke a little when he woke up. Nothing major. Promises to keep in contact. Many thanks for the help. Tae updated him on the cosmetic plan he and Phoenix had discussed and that they may need help again, although thankfully for something not as illegal. Rhys, as expected, was modest and kind in his responses and swore he’d be there if we needed him again. Although, Tae could have sworn he detected a bit of sadness that Tae’s fighting days were done. Still, nothing worth worrying about, and Tae drove the man home without issue, leaving with a smile and a several mile long run that took only an hour and a half for the PET, although Tae had expected it to only take an hour.

Although, emotionally, the message from Chrysos made Tae feel a bit tired.

Still, Phoenix was met with a smile. Her breakfast was on the stove when she awoke, Tae having calculated to the best of his ability when she would take up. He was pretty close, and her coffee only needed thirty seconds in the microwave to make Tae’s miscalculation impossible to notice.

Tae sat with her even though he didn’t eat, waiting for the right time to break the issue. It was hard to find one though since they had been so optimistic just the night before, and things were already getting complicated.

“Unfortunately, it seems like a lot of talented people are also bad people. Thankfully not all,” Tae said, looking at Phoenix rather blatantly. “I agree with you that meeting him is for the best. Any leverage I’d find on him likely would not be enough to make a difference based on the fact that his message is near impossible for me to crack as I am. Being civil is likely the right answer here. “ Civil, not submissive.

Just as a simple ‘see you there’ implied.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was hard for Tae to let Phoenix go to work. It was lonely at the house. He missed her. But he kept himself busy, as much as he could. With no headway on Cree or Dorian, Tae ended up focusing on being a house-husband. Cleaning the house top to bottom, organizing, fixing minor issues the landlord probably would have ignored since they were non-major. And when all that was done after the first day alone, Tae bought a hoodie and a medical mask and walked the streets. He didn’t have much of a purpose, but he wanted to see if the apartment building was being watched. If Cree’s meet up location had cameras installed. If the places where they had fought were cleaned up yet, and if not, was there trace evidence of himself or his people.

All came up negative, but it felt good to go out without worrying that Phoenix was in danger. And it also felt good to completely check off a few loose ends, even if those ends were not the ones he was worried about.

Then came the night Tae was far from ready for. The night he failed to prepare for nor ever got a chance to make for.

It would ruin everything, and he could do nothing about it.

So Tae walked into the trap blindly. Although, as a small consolation, so did Cree. Neither intellects knew what was coming.

~~~

Cree came here with a purpose. One that he knew but his victims and even employer didn’t, although his purpose lined up with his employer. so of course the one signing his paycheck didn’t know. Complex business deals in complex businesses were, well, complex! Thankfully, as long as Cree knew what he was doing, no one else needed to.

To say that Cree swaggered was an understatement. For one, he oozed cockiness even when faced with a powerful PET. And two, he had the suitcase holding his dangerous PET in hand, which threw off his balance. Not that he let it bother him. After all, his PET was his physical security here…. His visual, physical security, to be more specific.

“Well, nice to see you two!” Cree called out, grinning and swaggering into the light. He’d been here for a bit, but he made it look like he just arrived. As was protocol for such underhanded meetings.. “Especially nice to see you without that wig, Phoenix. You look better without it. How’re you doing on this fine evening? Thanks for coming.”

“What do you want from us?”

Oh, if only she knew! “Oh, I mostly just wanted to talk.” And keep her you until people are in position. “You know how interested I was in your PET here, that I wanted to study him. But you never gave me the chance! Rude, honestly.” Cree didn’t find it rude. He was playing. It always seemed like he was playing.

Being a genius was often a ticket to being misunderstood, although in his case, he was a genius who deserved the hate since he was a selfish man regardless of his cleverness. Ones who had ambition had to chase that ambition without regard or they would never reach their true height. It was proven; those with morals found it harder to progress in competitive companies. And Cree was competitive as well as ambitious. His social, selfish adaptation was a natural development even within a man so young.

“But! I’ve finally found enough information on you and your PET to make you not be able to refuse my study! Great, right? For example, I know that Dorian Douglas is the true creator of your PET! And I also know that Mr. Douglas is willing to pay fortune and favor to whoever helps him find his lost toy!”

“So guess what I did?” Cree smiled and clapped his hands once, loudly in front of him.

There was no time to guess. Although on edge, Phoenix and Tae suddenly found themselves surrounded by men in uniforms only one step beneath the military. They had guns pointed at Phoenix. Masks to hide their identity. And most importantly, all gun safety was off. They had been waiting for a signal, and Cree just gave it.

Tae immediately moved to stand in front of Phoenix protectively.

Then, stepping out from around the corner, the only two newcomers without masks on were a brown haired young man wearing a suit with golden details and a gargantuan large blond man wearing sunglasses despite the dark environment. Dorian himself along with his personal bodyguard moved with their guard lowered closer until they stood near Cree.

Tae suddenly froze. He was staring wide eyed at Dorian, eyes a lightning show more bright and rapid than Phoenix had ever seen before.

“Well done,” Dorian said to Cree, his voice normal, without the grandiose flare expected of a billionaire, villain, or genius.

Turning his eyes to Tae and Phoenix, he made a gentle but clearly disapproving tsk before speaking again. “Now what have you done to Tae? Look at those eyes... I had hoped its temporary master would be taking better care of it. I clearly have a lot of work ahead of me fixing it.” He sighed, seeping forward, his guard right on his heels. “It’s such a minor glitch too. You really have no idea how to care for a PET, do you?”

“No matter. Shall we shoot the girl or leave her be?” Dorian wondered aloud to himself, finally prompting Tae into action.

Tae simply rushed forward, hoping to stop Dorian from ordering such a cruel command or, more importantly, drawing the guns to him instead of Phoenix. But it was panicked, not thought out, and ended horribly. Even as he was being rushed at, Dorian did not flinch. He simply let his guard move in front of him and said a single word. “Chrysos.”

At that command, Cree touched his glasses. Phoenix had seen Cree control his Pets that way before, but she had no way of knowing what would happen next. Tae’s left and right legs moved strangely, as if stopping mid action, and then stopped moving entirely. The speed that he was running before this accident resulted in Tae nearly face planting, but inhuman reaction times allowed Tae to end up instead in a push-up like pose instead as he stared in confusion at his leg.

It didn’t stop Tae though. He started to crawl with the same desperation as when he ran.

Dorian looked disgusted as he stared down at Tae. “Pitiful to be so easily taken down. Clearly it needs far more upgrades. But it’s time to end this. Tae! Power down!” Tae flinched, but did not move. He was notably silent, not pretending to breath or blink. Dorian could only sigh again. “What a hassle…. Four-nine-Alpha-ten-killer- seven-one-wither! “

Tae’s eyes suddenly stopped flashing, instead maintaining the fluorescent blue. In fact, he stopped everything all together. He froze mid action, his worried, panicked expression locked in place.

Dorian smiled for the first time, a small, gentle thing. “Better. Tae. Power down.” This time the order was heard loud and clear, the command not even heard, just registered and followed. With a thump, Tae’s eyes went dark and he slumped into the dirty ground. Unconscious, if not basically temporarily dead.

Checking his watch, Dorion sighed again. It was time to go. “Aiki. Grab Tae. Chrysos, get your PETs out of it. I’m about ready to leave.”

“Yes, sir,” Cree said politely, the words not suiting his looks or personality. Seconds later, two small spiders crawled out of Tae’s ears, creeping their way back to Cree’s pockets. If Cree met Phoenix’s eyes, he didn’t say anything aloud. Just shrugged and mouthed a simple phrase. “I lied” This, of course, referred to him previously claiming that he got all of the spiders out of Tae after their battle.

At the same time, Aiki, the blond bodyguard, walked over and picked Tae up with ease. Phoenix knew how heavy Tae was, yet this man lifted the metal body like he was a feather. Without grace or emotion, he flipped Tae over his shoulder and immediately returned to standing subserviently behind Dorian. Dorian, noticeably, paid no attention to his servant following his orders.

Instead, he looked at Phoenix. “For now, I think I shall part ways with you. I assume you have enough of a brain, or Tae has already suggested, that keeping your mouth shut about me and human PETs is for the best. And don’t be fooled, I will be keeping an eye on your for a while yet. So behave, yes?” None of this was a question. It was an assumption by someone who knew that they held all of the cards, and more importantly, he had her life in his hands. Or, well, her life was in the hands of the dozen men with guns surrounding her; it’s just that they would not pull the trigger until ordered to do so.

“Chrysos. I’ll have one of my men drop you off. Consider your application accepted, and welcome to the company. Aiki, bring Tae to the car. The rest of you, keep her here until I am gone, then return to your normal duties.”

And with final orders stated. Dorian turned on his heels and walked away, ignoring Phoenix, his staff, and the open-eyed, unconscious Tae swinging over a man’s shoulder.
 
There was a knot in her stomach; twisting, turning, grinding against the walls of her gut. She didn’t have a good feeling about this. But they were here now – best to figure out what the hell this asshole wanted and get things over with. At least she wasn’t alone in this endeavour: Tae was here. And after all they had been through, what was one more hurdle?

The woman glared across the lot as Chrysos spoke, his voice drenched in an utterly infuriating smugness. And with this arrogance he fashioned a lie; an almost laughably hollow claim that he just wanted to talk about Tae. Phoenix clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth irately. She wanted to tell him to cut the bullshit and spit it out, but it became quickly apparent that he was, indeed, getting to the point. And the closer her crept to it, with each claim unraveling more and more information, the tighter that knot in her stomach got. “Tae, I don’t like this…” She murmured, her eyes darting about for the exits.

But it was too late. She was a foolish lamb who not only walked straight into the wolf’s den, but waited around long enough for them to flash their fangs at her. “Fuck!” Heat rushed to her face, her head feeling light as panic washed through her. Everywhere she turned, she was looking down the unforgiving barrel of a gun. “I’m sorry, Tae, I fucked up—” Phoenix cursed herself, still searching for any way out, even as Tae positioned himself in front of her. Of course, there was none. They were completely surrounded, and even if Tae were to spring into action, he would probably get ripped to shreds before they could even blink. And then, undoubtedly, she would too.

As the gravity of their situation sunk into her brain, along with all the hopelessness and despair that came with it, she heard a new pair of footsteps approaching. Soon there was a third voice – a man’s. Phoenix leaned out slightly from behind Tae, cautiously peering around his form at the newcomer to the scene. It was a well-dressed male, accompanied by a mountain of a man. In front of her, she caught a glimpse of a particularly bright glow gleaming off the side of Tae’s face. Gulping, Phoenix looked back to the man, her mind putting two and two together: this was Dorian Douglas.

At long last, it seemed. Funny how it was once her goal to find him, and now he was the last person she wanted to meet.

After commending Cree for his work, he turned to her, expressing the complete opposite towards her. “I—” The word caught in her throat, tangled in the myriad of emotions raging through her. Not that anything she could have said would even matter – she was nothing to this person, not even worth a second thought. He toyed with the idea of shooting her dead, as casually as if he were deciding what to eat for dinner that day. And of course, the very notion of harming her was more than enough to set Tae off immediately. He shot forward, his swift form drawing the attention of the gunners around them. “Tae, no--!” His name blasted from her throat, her hand instinctively reaching out as if to stop him, though both her mind and body were much, much too slow. Her unskilled, clumsy, frantic movements seemed all that much slower in the face of the events that rapidly unfolded next.

She saw Chrysos’ hand move to his face, and when she looked to Tae again his legs froze, sending his form toppling forward. He just barely caught himself on the ground, and continued to drag himself forward. “Tae, stop—” The mindless words fell out of her mouth, formed and pushed forward by the dizzying terror running rampant in her mind. But her voice was drowned out by Dorian, and the harsh commands he barked out. Helpless, she could only watch Tae resist his orders, only to succumb and become stiller and stiller until his form went completely limp, with a punctuated thump against the cold concrete.

“Tae, wake up!” Phoenix stepped forward instinctively, her eyes growing hot as she stared upon his unmoving form. Instantly, the guns refocused on her, some of them even clicking poignantly as the men prepared to shoot. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she cursed, bound in place by the threat of death that surrounded her. What do I do? What can I do? Tears pushed at her ducts, burning at the corners of her eyes. Her breathing quickened, her lungs hungry for air that seemed to catch in her tensed throat. No matter how much she wanted to struggle and fight, there was nothing she could do to change anything about this situation and she knew that. What a horrendous feeling; was this what it was like to drown?

She could only stare at the scene while it played out in front of her, her body still tied by the firearms pointed at her measly form. On Dorian’s command, Cree recalled two arachnoid PETs from Tae’s ears – the secret behind his deeds. In that instant, everything made sense – or at least, it will have, when it finally sunk in. The woman’s gaze turned to the younger man, her eyes suddenly flashing with a flare of rage as he nonchalantly shrugged at her: a simple gesture, but one that set off a powder keg of anger within the woman’s heart. You’ll regret this. The thought burned in her mind, searing itself into the ridges of her brain. I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done. This fury spread like fire within her, eclipsing even the anguish and regretful futility.

Phoenix glowered at Chrysos as if looks could kill; her gaze only shifting off of him when she heard Dorian’s again. Her lips remained a tight line upon her face, her eyes glimmering in the dim light while she listened to his words… and made no response. She didn’t intend to behave. After everything she’d been through with Tae, how could she? After all he had done, and all he had been through - for her; not to mention all of their hopes and aspirations… the ones that had been just within their grasp, yet snatched away so quickly and cruelly. For the take of him, and the future he wanted together, with her – she would not behave.

With fists curled so tightly her knuckles glowed white, Phoenix glared at the two men and the hulking PET carrying Tae as they left the premises. Once they were no longer in view, she looked around at the men still surrounding her, eyes still alight with emotion. But they only stared blankly back at her, their eyes fixed upon the target in their sights. Eventually, one of the men touched an earpiece and nodded. Slowly, they shifted their formation and began to leave, turning their backs on her one at a time as she drew further away. The last man still had his gun pointed at her until he reached the exit, and turned only as the door began to shut behind him.

And there she stood, completely alone once more.

Despite being in a daze, numbed in the exhausting aftermath of the emotional flurry, Phoenix made it home. After closing her apartment door behind her, she stood for a moment in her silent home. This solitude should not have been so alien and yet, even after only spending a short time with Tae, the emptiness was even more profound. He would not sit in his spot to charge, nor would he be there when she awoke in the morning. She narrowed her eyes, fighting back the tears that began to rise to the surface again. “Jesus…” If someone were to go back in time and tell her she’d be nearly crying over the PET she found in that dumpster, past Phoenix would have laughed in their face. And yet, here she was, gulping down a sorrowful, frustrated, angry sob.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to take a few deep breaths and try to clear her mind. Being upset was natural, sure – she knew she had to acknowledge that to move on. But it would do her no good to wallow in these feelings without any direction or focus. She had to stay convicted and press on. Figure out what to do next.

Over the next few days, this was the one goal that consumed her life. Even though she continued to go through the motions of daily life, her mind was enraptured by the task of getting Tae back. Which, unsurprisingly, proved to be quite the lofty ambition. Tackling Dorian Douglas and D.O. Corporation was, obviously, not the place to start. She doubted she could make it even within a block of any location, nevermind the headquarters. And so, she went to the next lead: Chrysos. Phoenix prodded at her contacts around the city for any leads; including, of course, Rhys, who helped try to do a little digging on the little twat. She even went so far as to go back to Octaryon, but ultimately her search proved fruitless. Any information she found was a dead end, either outdated or completely false. Though he may be a twat, he was definitely a clever one.

Days passed by one after another, each more frustrating than the last. “I’ll be honest… I don’t know what to do.” Phoenix cradled her head in one hand, staring into the beer glass she held in the other. Sighing, she glanced up at Rhys, who sat across from her, his features also grim beneath the dingy lighting of the bar they sat in. “I don’t want to give up, but…” She closed her eyes, scrunching her brow unhappily. “I’m powerless.” Her friend rubbed the back of his neck, his large form shifting on his seat. Though he was clearly in thought, neither could muster any words to say. The pair merely sat in stumped silence for a time, mulling over what options may be at their disposal.

After a time, Rhys slowly lifted his face, looking at Phoenix with widened eyes. “Wait… we’re powerless, but we did meet someone who isn’t… well, you did, at least.”

The woman stared at him, puzzled for a moment before the answer clicked in her mind. However, the revelation did not incite any semblance smile, but rather, a scowl.

“Carter Harrington…”

*~*~*​

“Ah… it’s you. How nice to hear from you.” The man’s drawl sounded from Rhys’s PET, who was positioned on a table between him and Phoenix. Thankfully, Tae had the insight to share the contact number that Carter had provided to Phoenix previously. The two have migrated to the man’s basement apartment: a modest little space that was about as safe as they could get, at least in terms of avoiding the unknown surveillance following Phoenix. Hopefully. “I heard that your playtime with your little doll got cut short. Quite rudely, it seemed.” How he knew about that was anyone’s guess – Phoenix could only assume that he, like Dorian, had eyes and ears in places she couldn’t have even imagined. But, either way, she wasn’t complaining. The less explanation she had to do, the better.

“Right.” She practically grunted through her teeth. As much as she disliked the fact that she had to resort to this, she knew she had to swallow her pride – for Tae’s sake. “I’d like him back. And if you can help me, I’ll return the favour.”

A soft chuckle emanated from the PET. “And what would someone like you have to offer me?”

Phoenix’s gaze flickered upwards, meeting Rhys’ uneasily before she spoke. “I’m not selling, but you can study him as much as you want. As much as you need.” It was not ideal either, but she was in no position to be picky.

Her proposition was met with a silence. For a moment, she wondered if Carter had simply hung up on her and her audacious offer. But, eventually, his voice sounded again. “You’ll lend me your toy, then. I see.” His words were followed by another painful pause, and then: “I’ll think about it. Don’t contact me again – you’ll hear from me. If I’m interested.” With a small chime, the PET’s stance eased, signifying that the connection was lost and Carter had ended the call. Phoenix stared at the mechanical creature briefly before her eyelids fluttered shut, her palms finding their way onto her forehead.

After a momentary silence, she breathed a heavy sigh. “I guess all I can do is wait.”

*~*~*​

In the ivory tower that was Arc Royale Headquarters, Carter Harrington sat at his desk with a smile upon his face. He took a moment to gaze out upon the nightscape, admiring the illuminated towers that sprawled across the horizon. How unexpected and promising this was. But, it was not a time to celebrate prematurely – after all, nothing would happen without finding success in this next conversation. Still, he had to admit that he wasn’t terribly worried. He knew his next contact well enough to anticipate how their discussion might turn out.

With a few commands, his PET started another call. Once it was received, Carter clearly stated a six-digit code before the call was transferred again. He repeated this process again, albeit with a single code word, and then once more, with the password being a full sentence this time – in German, at that. A somewhat convoluted process, but he was grateful for this. This connection had to be kept secret, and if this was the security needed to ensure that, then so be it. In the end, he was just glad to be met with a human voice at the other end.

“Hello there, friend. I’ve heard from one of our mutual contacts that she’s had her favourite gadget taken away from her. My sneaking suspicion is that you likely know all about this.” He laughed. Though he did not know the exact intel, he could guess well enough about what happened, based on their past interactions. “Nevertheless, I was thinking that, why, surely there must be a way you, me, and our female friend can make some headway out of this situation.” He stroked his moustache thoughtfully. “She and I have a mutually beneficial reason to get this item back in her hands. So, if you happened to be interested and willing to help us retrieve it, we could make it well worth your effort. You see, I have a bit of intel that could certainly bump you up a few rungs on the ladder over there. If you were to help our poor little lady get what she wants, I’m sure she’d be absolutely delighted to share that tidbit with you personally.”

He stopped for a second to take a gulp from the glass of whiskey he had sitting upon his desk. “As for how exactly you get this toy back, I leave that up to your very capable hands. I couldn’t care less. All I would need to know is when and where to tell her to meet you for your date.” Carter paused again, before adding, “And I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but it goes without saying that if there are any indiscretions along the way that would be inconvenient to me… well, there will be quite the mess for someone to clean up.”

The man pushed his glasses up on his nose. “So - what do you say? Do we have a deal, Chrysos?”
 
Tae didn’t like this either. But admitting that would mean admitting that he led her into a bad situation… it would also mean admitting that he had no better solution. That was hard to do, but he would have if he honestly thought that this venture would end as horribly as it did. After all, even if he had listened to Phoenix telling him to stop, it all would have ended the same… right? They were outmatched and out planned thanks to Dorion and Cree working together.

Still, Tae had to try despite her protests because doing nothing for sure would have ended with their loss. Even the slim chance of his victory was higher than the chance if he had done nothing.

But he was wrong, and Tae didn’t even have a chance to apologize before he heard his personal code ordered at him, shutting him down against his will. A switch turned, a button clicked, and everything Tae cared about was stolen from him as he was lessened into just a glorified. computer.

His world went dark, and Tae had no idea what happened to Phoenix.

Cree and Dorion experienced almost the exact opposite of the experience. They knew more, felt more, and they knew they had won. Cree especially seemed to revel in his victory and trickery whereas Dorion had expected this result from the start so showed no surprise or even pleasure.

After all, for both men, although different reasons, this all was just business.

~~~

Tae never had the opportunity to think about Phoenix after blacking out that night. Dorion Douglas would never grant such a kindness to a tool.

Tae was still nothing more than an inanimate object as Dorion examined him, two other humanoid PETs looking on. The large bodyguard Aiki and the living computer Kyu watched as Dorion took Tae apart piece by piece the very night he brought the PET home. The eyes were pulled out in a gruesome way, skin peeled off revealing the mechanical muscles that truly made up Tae’s bone structure, and instead of blood, Dorion had oil dripping from his hands.

And he ranted to nothing but mindless computer programs incapable of empathy.

“She truly did not take care of it at all,” Dorion started, pulling out the fifth mechanical piece that was visually fired or bent.

Tae was barely a skeleton now., and Dorion saw no difference than when Tae had skin.

“I think it’d be better to start from scratch… but it would take weeks….Kyu, your thoughts on how to best make use of this scrap?” Scrap being Tae.

Kyu, in a voice pure monotone, immediately responded. “Tae is highly damaged and programmed to the female. He is a lost cause. However, completely replacing his parts and programming will require at least 200 hours of work even with my assistance. It would be best to make use of the current internal technology such as the memory card and processing software to reduce the amount of immediate investment. It will be needed to be replaced eventually to ensure that the female does not have the ability to connect to any ingrain programming. His physical body, however, will need a full rework due to the numerous small and substantial injuries he has sustained over his fights.``

“Ugh. Those fights are truly a sham. Guns and blades should have been added in the first place… I suppose if I need to redo its body, now is as good as a time as any. Kyu, order the parts for a new PET. Aiki, make sure no one comes into the work room until Tae is finished.”

Both PETs bowed submissively, their eyes and faces blank despite the human-like skin they pretend to be able to manipulate.

~~~~~

Weeks passed, but it felt like days. Cree started his new job… although his paychecks did not read Cree or Chrysos. It was a great job. It paid great, and even after such a short time of employment, he had already proved his great worth. Youngest employee but with a pay worthy of a veteran… Perhaps it was his skills getting him this weekly bonus, but surely it was Dorioan covering for his many secret’s Cree knew about.

A bribe.

Thankfully, everyone knew that Cree’s loyalty was to himself and he was always in service to the highest bidder. Dorion thought he was safe paying the ambitious young man more than he needed…. But the ambitious were never set for long. They always wanted more. More money, more power, a higher position, or in this case, more influence in the way of blackmail.

Cree exemplified this selfish ambition… even though his passion for PETs and his craft was true…. But one would assume that Dorion had a similar outlook. One was simply already in power, and one was trying to get more.

They truly were quite similar, although neither could see it.

And that meant that when an enemy called, Cree always answered just in case it was worth his time.

“You know, I’d think you’d call me less often considering you were not willing to pay me a decent wage at your company. But I feel like I hear from you far too often these days…” Cree was kinda kidding, kinda making a job at the fact that Carter was a frequent enough customer that Employee of a Milenia should have been gifted to him despite not being an employee.

“I’m honestly kinda hurt!” He wasn’t. “I thought you would be calling to congratulate me on my fantastic promotion! This is a huge accomplishment for me and you don’t even send me a bottle of wine or a card?! Honestly I’m hurt!” He wasn’t. “After all we have been through!”

Still, Carter knew from experience that Cree would at least ask after teasing a bit. “What do you want?”

Cree listened to this other-rich man ramble about the opportunity in front of him, and Cree would be lying if he said that his fingers did not twitch at the thought of getting more money and getting his hands dirty within things he was not supposed to be messing with.

Rules were for the dumb, after all. And he was not foolish enough to respect rules made by those he was not sure were smarter than him… but the problem was…. Cree wasn’t sure if Dorion was dumber than him.

It was a new problem from the youngest, ambitious, selfish genius.

“Well...” Cree sung, “I do like intel… although you are being a bit vague for my liking, my friend…. But I’m not saying no just yet. A bit of extra cash, a few lawyers guaranteed to my cause should I protect you in turn, and of course this beautiful intel you're teasing… for all that, my web of connections are all yours!” After all, physical bugs were never all Cree could do. Virtual bugs were a part of his skill set from the start… and he could spy from them both… although the virtual ones were less effective but harder to find.

A compromise that would help Cree in this request.

“Should I get all that… I think there is some intel I could trade to help this whoever pull a few strings… as well as get her far enough into the building to make sure she even gets a chance to try. I’ll admit, I find this whole drama cute in a way… makes me want to help even without all the money you WILL be paying me!” Cree was never not clear about his true intentions. “And if I help and you one day get better than our dearest enemy, you will have a job lined up for me… of course.”

This was a fact of the deal, non-negotiable, so Cree continued, “But yeah, I got info and getting her in is easy. As long as she behaves, so will I.” Meaning as long as there was no random angry slap to the face or other similar outbursts occurred, Cree had nothing to lose helping her get Tae back as long as he was not traced back to it. And he was not scared of dying at this point in his career. He knew how to cover his ass enough to make the legal court his ally.

And even if he was, Cree had Carter locked into a deal that if this went bad for him, and he didn’t sell Carter out, Carter would try not to get him in trouble in turn. Almost an eye for an eye but a preemptive defense. No one ever thought for a second that Cree would cover for them without also agreeing to cover for him with even better lawyers. It would be an idiot’s decision to think he’d trust a random lawyer to defend him… and Cree tended not to deal with idiots.

“I’m your man,” Chrysos eventually concluded, all of his legal and financial concerns addressed… all things he knew Carter could easily provide on top of the intel Phoenix apparently had or would have. “Have been for years whenever you pay me right.”

Shame Carter simply did not pay as much as Dorion did per hour… it would have made this easier... Although Cree would have been far less useful for this job, so maybe it was for the best.

~~~

It was almost a month later before Cree made the call to Phoenix.

Carter got a simple text that said “I’m doing it now.” but Phoenix received a very personalized message.

“Want your boy toy back? I arranged a meeting for you on the 5th with Dorion’s wife, Lai. She’s nice. Sus though. However, she is the one you are going to be interviewing in order to get close to your dearest PET who is and has been locked up in the top floor for weeks. Ask her good not-suspicious things until you get a chance to go into Dorion’s workroom nearby without her seeing. Password 194457247. You can’t make her leave? I got a distraction arranged, but if she doesn’t bite, not my problem. Figure it out since I assume you know how to talk to people. Good luck! Text this number only if you get into a real problem… like Tae trying to kill you now that his brain has been fried and reworked to serve D.O. only. ”

Even without a name or a number connected to this message, the dialogue was enough to imply it’s writer… and more importantly, imply that they knew her goals and were sent to perform as task, which was to help Phoenix to get Tae out of the building in whatever form he was now in mentally or physically.
~~~~~

Lai Douglas has been Dorian Douglas’s wife for nearly three years now, and their life seems to be eternally in the honeymoon phase based on how they act in public and how they talk when separate. Even the staff when not being filmed claim that the pair are bliss incarnate. While her husband deals with the buisness and inventing side of D.O, she dedicates herself to charities and addressing the queries of journalists and investors. She is well loved by everyone who meets her due to her cheery nature and selfless determination to make her husband’s job easier.

The number of charities she has founded and supports fully has breached the twenty mark just months before Phoenix met Tae, making D.O. Corporation the company donating the most money to charities in the world; these range from education for those who can't afford it, medical needs, food programs, and research into diseases and societal inequalities. Their donations even cut into CEO profits, but Lai and Dorian don’t seem to care. She’s a modern Virgin Mary, some say, an angel personified, but her humbleness is unchanged despite these many accomplishments and praises.

And today, Lai Douglas is meeting with a small-time journalist who has been trying to get an interview with Doiran for about a month now. Normally such small bloggers would be ignored completely, but Lai agreed to meet with the journalist since they seemed to be interested in the company and PETs.

D.O. would never knowingly stifle such passions, which meant that Lai never would either.

Cree naturally knew this, and this so-called journalist was just Phoenix being supported by a fake PET-focused blog Cree made to look years in the making. It got her in the door, just as Cree promised it would, and, more importantly, it got Phoenix to the floor just below the penthouse where Tae coil;d be found… or so Cree claimed. He was also claiming based solely on blueprints that there were stairs tucked away somewhere in the apartment leading to the penthouse workroom. So Phoenix from the interview should be able to just walk up and find her prize.. although whether she could make him leave was up to her…mostly.

Time would tell just how much help Cree needed, or wanted, to be.
 
Thin lips twisted into a dry smirk as the young man’s voice came through his earpiece. A clever mind but a cheeky mouth that oftentimes pushed people’s buttons and boundaries a little too far. While these qualities had evidently been quite enough to bring Chrysos to where he stood today, Carter couldn’t help but wonder when he would finally test the wrong person’s patience. The man had often considered giving a little bit of friendly advice to the ambitious youth; a word of caution that he should, frankly, learn when to shut up. But in the end he always came to the same conclusion: it would be a waste of breath. Besides… they were just convenient allies – nothing more. Carter just hoped that, if Chrysos managed to climb into the upper echelons of society without getting his tongue chopped off, he would be well out of the business by then. Dealing with the young man as an equal would be more of a headache than it would be worth.

For the time being, though, their arrangement was satisfactory. Even if he was annoying. “Often? If you think this is frequent, wait until you get yourself a spouse, my friend.” A partial joke, punctuated by a chuckle to keep the mood light. A part jab as well, a subtle reminder that Chrysos was a lonely soul – though, Carter doubted how much the man cared about meaningful companionship. Thus, most importantly, it was a subtle reminder that, he did not occupy Carter’s schedule or attention as much as he may think. He was a well-used tool, yes, but still just one of many at his typical disposal. “Anyway, let’s say I’m saving the champagne and fanfare for an even bigger occasion. Provided all goes well.”

He laid out the proposal and listened quietly while Chrysos laid out his own terms, as per usual. All reasonable enough, though Carter did find himself wishing the man would cut to the chase a little bit. Ah, but it was a small inconvenience to put up with for a very effective ally. “Of course,” Carter concurred. “Should a golden opportunity arise, you will be the first to know.” And this was true. Chrysos would certainly be an asset to Arc Royale; however, the arrangement would have to be just right, with enough of a balance of satisfaction and control. The closer Chrysos was to him, the more likely he would be gunning for his own spot at this very desk. After all, there seemed to be no ceiling to his ambition – Carter knew that long ago.

But again, for now he was content with keeping this carrot dangling in front of Chrysos’ face. He nodded a little, agreeing with his condition on their mutual ‘friend’. “I will be sure to make sure she remembers what her priorities are. And if not, there will be clear consequences for her, and her alone.” Dealing with that woman was truly the least of his concerns – if she was desperate enough to come to him, she would certainly be willing to do whatever else he asked of her. Once Cree communicated his agreement, he clapped his hands together jovially. “Excellent. Sounds like we have a deal, then,” Carter agreed rather jovially. “Very pleased to work with you again. I should add that, if anything were to go astray, you needn’t fret. Our feisty friend will be happy to help us out of that mess.” In other words, they had a scapegoat. “Now, you’ll find a very generous sum transferred as per usual once I have confirmation that the item’s been secured. Along with that champagne and fanfare, of course.” Carter chuckled heartily. “Do look forward to it.”

*~*~*​

After another horrible night’s rest, Phoenix found an unlabeled manila envelope slid beneath her door. The woman cautiously picked up the item, pausing before opening it. She briefly wondered if it had some nefarious device hidden among it; however, after a moment of thought she shook her head and began to tear it open. If either of these big wigs wanted to ambush her in her home and ruin her life any further, she figured they would have done it already. And so, without further hesitation, she took out the contents: a simple sheet of paper and a tiny data chip the size of her thumbnail. Frowning slightly, she read the paper: ‘Wait for directions. This is your bargaining chip. Lose it and the deal is off. Access it and the deal is off. Say anything and the deal is off. Be a good girl or the deal is off.

Phoenix narrowed her eyes at the items in her hand before depositing them back into the envelope with a huff. She could understand the need for exercising such discretion, but the language of the last instruction truly rubbed her the wrong way. But, nevertheless, she accepted these terms. After all, what else could she do?

And so, she waited. Days ticked by, one tense 24 hours after another. There was no word on when she would hear from someone, or even whom – just endless, uninformed standby. While Phoenix fell back into her normal routine, with her normal friends and normal activities, her mindset did not shift back into its usual state. She had wondered in passing whether she would begin to forget about Tae; maybe, with time, the sorrow and longing in her heart would fade away? An out of sight, out of mind sort of thing. After all, realistically, the time they had spent together was short. Logically speaking, she should not be so obstinately attached to all that they had shared. And yet, even more than a month later, she could not erase the distress from her soul. Was Tae even still Tae by now, or had he been reprogrammed back into his original form? Was it better for her to start trying to accept her loss and move on?

But just as her hope began to dwindle, she received a message in an irritatingly familiar tone. By the time she had reached the end, Phoenix could practically hear that infuriating voice sneering in her ear. She clenched her fist, seething silently as the last line of instructions truly sunk in: be good, as in… don’t beat the shit out of the guy who caused this situation in the first place. Be good, as in, accept these shitty circumstances and play along, if you want to get what you want.

“Fuck!” She slammed her fist on the table, a heated river of curses spewing from her mouth as she held her head in her other hand. Phoenix struck the wood again, and again, and again, gritting her teeth. Of all the people that could help her, why did it have to be Chrysos?

*~*~*​

To say she was displeased about the situation would be the understatement of the year. Even after a few good sessions with her local gym’s punching bags, Phoenix still felt the urge to punch Chrysos’ teeth out. But she at least felt confident about containing it now, which was all that mattered. She knew she had to put aside her feelings if she wanted this all to work out – after all, there would not be a second chance here. If they were lucky, perhaps they would not even have to see each other throughout the whole operation.

Aside from reining in her emotions, Phoenix focused her time of preparing her own part of the endeavour. Cree gave her the framework of the plan, and the seemingly necessary information to get it done – but it was up to her to work out the finer details, such as what the hell her interview questions would be and how she would divert her attention. After pouring hours into research, writing, and wracking her brain, she managed to come up with as much of a plan as she could hope to by the 5th of the month. Still, no amount of preparation could calm her nerves as she approached D.O. HQ, her eyes warily gazing upon the sleek building. Doubts and questions bounced around in her skull as she ascended the steps one by one. The biggest was, of course, whether she could trust anyone here. Carter, she supposed, she could trust to some degree – it was fairly clear that getting Tae back was in his best interest. Cree, on the other hand, had already proved to be a conniving snake. It could be that she was walking right into a trap of his own… although, if she was, she could not figure out the reason for doing so. Moreover, Dorian’s people were supposed to have been able to keep tabs on her, and yet she was obviously clear to get close enough to the building. So, despite her mistrust, it was more probable that this was all to his benefit as well – probably thanks to whatever was on the disc that was carefully hidden in the messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

Still, even if they weren’t out to stab her in the back, many things could go wrong. She could slip up in front of Lai, easily – although she seemed to be a kind woman, surely if she was Dorian Douglas’ wife, she was not a stupid person. Phoenix had to be careful. And then, of course, she was worried about Cree’s warning about the sort of ‘real problem’ she could experience.

What if Tae was completely different? Certainly, it would be regrettable to die here, but at least dead people had no more problems. Whereas if she got Tae back and he had been reset to his former self… could she bring back who he was? Even with Rhys, even with Carter’s help, would it be possible? Phoenix gulped, her anxieties stirring in her gut as she passed through the glass doors and to the reception desk nearby. As her short heels clicked softly against the marble floors, she took a deep breath as she came towards the receptionist. One thing at a time, Phoenix, she told herself, attempting to clear her mind and refocus her attention as she spoke to the friendly young woman behind the desk. “Good afternoon, my name’s Lily Jiang – I’m a journalist with AI Screen, UI Screen. I believe I have an appointment with Mrs. Douglas at 1PM for an interview…?”

“Sure, let me just check…” The receptionist looked to her computer, her nails clacking against the keys for a few nerve-wracking moments. Phoenix’s heart sat in her throat as she waited, settling only when the girl looked up with a smile. “Excellent, you’re all checked in. Welcome to D.O. Corp, Miss Jiang. Please step through security, then wait aside for someone to bring you up.” She breathed a sigh of relief, giving her thanks before proceeding with the security procedures. Phoenix removed her bag and shoes before walking through a metal detector, while her belongings were simultaneously searched. On the other side of the detector, she raised her hands while a female security guard pat her down, searching her quite thoroughly for any weapons. Once cleared, she was directed to wait by the wall for her escort.

Gripping the straps of her bag tightly, she took a moment to soak in the interior of the building. It was just as one would expect from the company on the leading edge of technology and the stock markets, with sleek, minimalistic furniture coloured in sterile white, contrasted by black accents and slick, angled mirrors. It was quite nice, if not a bit intimidating. Somehow, it all felt like a reminder that she didn’t truly belong here. Still, she supposed it was a nice change of scenery. More importantly, the open-concept layout seemed pretty simple to navigate through.

Eventually, her admiration and observation were cut short by a well-dressed man who began to escort her into a special elevator. She took note of the card key he needed to not only open the elevator, but bring up the panel of buttons and actually get the thing moving. It was unlikely she could take this going back down… unless Cree could hook her up with a special card of her own, anyway. She wouldn’t count on it though – a service elevator could be a better bet, or perhaps even the stairs if she truly had to. It would be challenging either way, and so she took careful note of the layout of her surroundings once they exited the elevator.

The stylish, futuristic décor was found on this floor as well, which was second from the penthouse. It was much more open and bright, however, with the afternoon sunlight shining in through windowed walls. Not only that, but it seemed a little bit more like a home than a floor of a corporation – the employee led her past a conversation pit, a long dining table, a fire place, and even a bar before bringing her to a closed door. He knocked on it gently, before calling through: “Mrs. Douglas, the interviewer from AI Screen, UI Screen is here.” The man waited for a voice to permit their entry from within, before he opened the door and motioned a hand for Phoenix to enter.

She stepped past the door into what seemed to be an office, with a grand desk near the window, flanked by shelves decorated in accolades and awards. A couch sat against each wall, with one next to a small liquor cabinet. Inside, awaited Mrs. Douglas in all her glory. “I will be on standby outside the door if you require any assistance, Mrs. Douglas. Please call me and I will come immediately.” He bowed, shutting the door behind Phoenix.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Douglas. I hope you’re doing well today,” she quickly greeted. “My name is Lily Jiang. I am so incredibly grateful for this opportunity. I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to meet and chat today. This will be a landmark piece for our blog!” Phoenix smiled, brightening up her demeanour and her speech, taking on a somewhat more feminine yet energetic tone. “I know you must be incredibly busy, so I will be sure to keep within my appointment time.” She waited by the door for Lai to direct her to a seat, and once they were settled and ready for the interview, she took out her notebook and pen, resting them on her thighs.

“To start off… you are so well-known, admired, and loved for your generosity and dedication to worthy causes. Would you be able to tell our readers about what charities or social issues you’re currently working with? And how could we, as civilians, help do our part?” In all honesty, Phoenix didn’t really know how to interview people… but it seemed like a softer, general opening question like this was usually the way to go.
 
Cree knew he could do better in the world if he kept his ambitions high and his mouth silent, but he never could. Any time he opened his mouth, words, profanities, and his own ego would come spewing out without his control. Eventually, he stopped fighting it, and now it was simply who he was. An ego enforced by his own talents, both which were cultivated in an environment made to make him selfish.

Still, even if Cree could recognize that his peers and employers didn’t like him, he at least knew that he made himself useful, and he knew that was often enough to get ahead, not just get by until they were truly sick of him.

He’d make it work.

Cree had a way of always making it work in the end.

So as he talked with Carter, Cree made no attempts to hide himself. “Ugh, a spouse? Come on, you and I both know that marriage is more of a hindrance than anything! Why else would you be single at your age!” A jab, playful, but certainly not playful enough to imply that Cree did not hear and acknowledge the aimed jab. He was doing nothing more than reflecting the attitude he was hearing. Even if Carter wasn’t single, Cree was certainly implying that the marriage was not real enough to count as a true relationship. “Still, keep the champagne ready for popping! I’m always hoping for more good news.”

And better opportunities, just like this!

“Good! Glad to hear! Consequences should always be only on the one overstepping their bounds, after all,” this, of course, being Phoenix, not him or Carter who were arguably more guilty than the woman who just loved her PET. But the rich and ambitious had no reason to care about the emotional woman under their thumbs… especially when she was a quality scapegoat just asking to take the blame if things go wrong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Months later, everything was on the right path for success… or at least probable success.

Cree got Phoenix, or Lily Jiang in this case, into the building. That was easy. Making his shift line up with her interview was also easy. Keeping people off his ass was not. This interview needed to happen long after his hiring process so that people were mostly off his ass by that time, but even if no one was actively checking up on him, they sure were far-too curious about what he had going on to stay away for long. Honestly, it was annoying enough that Cree complained his way into an office where people would not look over their shoulder every few minutes. Oh, they may walk into his room far too often, but at least now they could not see his screen before he saw them.

Being unsociable from the start made this convenient half-lie easy to sell.

At least now, when things went down, Cree could potentially be available to offer assistance to Phoenix. After all, he was watching her closely on the cameras as the interview progressed with official and not-so-official spyware.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lai had a far different view on things up in her penthouse office/home. She was nearly always busy, making calls, taking calls, meeting with people Dorian didn’t want to, and acting as support to any unexpected changes the newest PETs encountered. She was never tired of her job, and she was always ready to make time for those interested in her or his husband’s business.

“Come in!” She called out to the interviewer. It wasn’t a group she was familiar with a day before, but by now, she knew the whole site's history and the history of the woman behind the name. A journalist graduate of a local community college who interned at several top level news stations and got the jobs but still chose the life of an independent researcher. Passion? Surely. But smarts? It was too hard to say so early on in her career with AI Screen, UI Screen if she knew she could make it big on her own or if this success up til now was just luck.. “I’m sure we will be fine! Thank you as always!” And with that, the assistant was gone, leaving Mrs. Lai Douglas alone with Phoenix.

And she looked lovely. Lai had long dark hair and a slender, tall frame that made the while gown flow over her body like ripples on waves. She nearly gilded across the floor as she moved to sit near Phoenix, letting her dark blue eyes rest on this stranger directly but with none of the intensity someone on guard may want to emulate. Lai was relaxed, gentle in her every mannerism and glance, yet she did not shy away from eye contact or proximity.

That’s why, when Lily said she would only take up the time she asked for, dear, sweet Lai was quick to brush off those concerns. “I am doing well! I hope you are too! I know security can be tight around here, so I hope they did not give you too hard a time!” she started, expressing concern for those with security clearances under her own. “But please, I’m happy to give you all the time you need. As far as I’m concerned, my schedule is free until you feel satisfied! Dorion often says that if people paid attention to him when he was small, that he would have made it big years earlier, so we strive to make small businesses big more than we make big businesses bigger.”

“I’m here for you,” Lai finished, taking her seat and making Phoenix sit not long after, clearly not wanting to be a bad host or interrupt the flow of the interview. “Care for something to drink, by the way? Tea, coffee, water? It’s no problem since I could use something myself. I’d hate to be a bad host after you came all this way.”

Lai pressed a button on her desk that lit up but did not make a sound.

“But please, ask your questions.”

Lai answered almost immediately. “What we are trying to do here is make sure that everyone has access to modern technology and a future. Far too often kids reach adulthood without knowing how to use common systems and tech they never encountered before due to their schools and families not having access to the equipment. We want kids from all environments to enter the workforce with the same potential as any other, so we are striving to not only supply lower income neighborhoods with the equipment needed to teach, but we are also trying to encourage educators to teach in environments they may otherwise have looked over.

“We at D.O. are also recently getting our hands into animal care. Although we have introduced PETs as a technological advancement capable of being a computer and pet in one, we hate to see living pets be mistreated or abandoned in favor of our own creations. It was not what we intended, and it pains us to see an increase in pet abandonment over the last few years. Due to that, D.O. has taken active investment in veterinary clinics and animal sanctuaries in the hopes that the lost animals can find new loving homes, and if not, they can have a happy life providing community service as therapy animals, something which is so purely empathetic and loving that even our highest level PETs have yet to be able to emulate it.”

Lia was so comfortable answering this question. She flowed through her words with such ease it felt planned, although there was no way she knew what Lily was going to be asking. But she was ready, and she spoke with ease even as a stranger entered the room and started to prepare the drinks Lai, and potentially Phoenix, had asked for. Lai acknowledging the individual with a nod and a smile before said stranger bowed their head and avoided eye contact with Phoenix completely.

The thin figure had long black hair, not unlike Lai, so it hid his gaze from the outsider easily as he focused on his task of preparing drinks. This subservient behavior was counteracted by his appearance. He wore a simple black suit cut perfectly for his figure. Looking at his back, it was obvious that this man was tall, so tall that he was a good few inches more than Tae was. He was also wider than Tae, although still on the slimmer side than Aiki or an in-fighter would normally be.

He moved silently, barely clinking the mug and spoon together even as he mixed sugar into Lai’s tea.

“All I hope for is that those who care about pets, not just P.E.T.S.,” she spelled out, "will take in an animal of their own. We want these creatures to be homed. And if you can’t adopt a living dog, cat, bird, or reptile, I hope you will spread our message about getting these creatures into a loving home. We don’t need funding or pity, we just want pets and PETS to be loved the same. That’s the fastest way for civilians to be of help immediately.” Not meaning there were not other issues around that D.O. was not involved in, this was just the newest and perhaps most front and center of them all.

It certainly made her and their company sound compassionate.

At this moment, the tall stranger walked over to set down the drinks and a small platter of snacks, his long black hair finally falling out of his face.

His eyes were brilliant blue. Technically natural in color, but deep colored and vibrant without a trace of green or brown to alter the color even slightly. It was striking… and familiar. The color was the same as Tae’s eyes when they flashed, however, this man lacked the neon quality Tae would have. Still... a sharp jaw, focused eyes, long eyelashes, pale skin, pierced ears possibly disguising the extension cords Tae embedded into Tae's ears.

"Thank you, Hap. I think that's all we need. Unless...." Lai motioned towards Phoenix, giving her a chance to speak and request something different of this so-called-Hap.
 
Lai Douglas was almost ethereal, bearing more beauty and poise than anyone Phoenix had ever met before. Was this simply the grace of an upper class woman? She had never been in direct company to an individual of her caliber, so she supposed it was possible. They were a world away from each other economically – it only seemed natural that there would be gaps between their conduct as well. She felt like a peasant before a queen, utterly humbled in her presence in despite of the calming aura that surrounded her. It was almost frightening how Phoenix felt herself ease in the woman’s presence, the gentle voice emanating from her lips soothing her nerves; temporarily, at least. The gravity of the situation was not lost to her, but given just how crazy this whole thing was, it was still half a miracle that she could be settled even for a fleeting moment.

However, now was no time to get caught up in her appeal. Phoenix shook her head, smiling at her considerate words. “Oh, no hard time at all. Besides, I’m more than happy to follow protocol – it’s all to keep you and everyone else safe.” Her own words quieted as Lai went on, generously assuring her that they did not need to adhere to their time constraints so strictly. Whether or not this was how things would truly go was another question. Still, she had to admire her power to seamlessly link the topic back to Dorion, the company, and their compassion for the little guys. And, in a direct display of this thoughtfulness, she was offered a drink as they settled into their respective interview spots. “Ah, thank you so much, Mrs. Douglas, but I’m fine. Please go ahead without me.” Frankly, she didn’t want to take any chances on potentially drinking poison.

With the pleasantries done and out of the way, the interview promptly got rolling. Phoenix scribbled as Lai spoke, her head bobbing as she made notes she was never going to use. She tried to look up now and then, making eye contact with Lai as she spoke of D.O.’s lofty ambitions. Truly, she knew nothing about how journalists conducted themselves outside of what she saw on television or in movies. Hopefully her status as a young, budding professional would excuse any suspicious actions or behaviour.

But wow, did she give a comprehensive answer. Her script grew a little messy as she tried to keep up; though, seeing as it was all for show, she eventually adjusted into writing shorter jot notes instead. It was by this time that the door open, briefly capturing her attention. Phoenix tried to look over her shoulder casually, but she ended up jerking her head just a little too quickly. Hopefully it would just come off as the nerves of a small-time journalist in a big-time office, but eventually, enough of such jumpy actions might add up to a more suspicious picture. And so, Phoenix quickly looked back to Mrs. Douglas as she came to the conclusion of her response.

“That’s a wonderful message, and I think that it’s something a lot of people can do, so long as they have the means to care for them properly.” She nodded slowly, appreciative. “And of course, everyone can spread the good word. Thank you so much for that.” Phoenix wrote a bit more, though her gaze flickered upwards as the other individual in the room silently approached them, finally giving her a full view of what their looked like. It was a tall man, with a river of dark hair that parted to reveal a pair of eyes that reminded her all too much of Tae. A gorgeous shade, like the pools of an oasis. They sat upon an attractive face, sculpted in shape with porcelain skin and eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings as he blinked. He himself was a beautiful person, though still outshone by the radiance that was Lai. However, she had to wonder: was he an AI too, like Tae?

Phoenix pondered this until their attention shifted to her. She startled slightly, almost missing the train of the conversation. “Thank you so much for your hospitality. I’m fine, though.” She dipped her head gratefully, offering an apologetic smile and an explanation. “I have to fast for personal reasons today.” Yes. Personal reasons like not wanting to get drugged in case Chrysos was double-crossing her. Again.

With that out of the way, she asked her next question. Phoenix had come up with a handful beforehand, but she figured that it would be a little more natural to converse when possible. She did know how to talk to people, like Cree had said, so she supposed now was a good a time as any to exercise her capabilities. “Actually, what you said earlier really resonated with me.” Lightly, she tapped her pen on her chin, eyes alight with admiration as she looked up at her. “One of the things that I truly admire about D.O. – and I think our readers would agree – is, in fact, your cognizance of small companies. Can you tell me about any up-and-coming organizations around the city that we should keep an eye on?”

As Lai spoke, she would write again, though her mind began to shift elsewhere. She had to think about a way to figure out how to get her to leave the room. Asking her for something would obviously not work, not when Hap was there to serve them. What else could there be? Phoenix toyed with this at the back of her mind, half-listening to the words coming out of the woman’s mouth as she continued along her train of thought. There was Cree’s mysterious distraction supposedly in the works – but if that didn’t work or didn't even happen, she truly wasn’t sure what to do. She silently continued to wrack her brain, hoping the etching on her brow would come off as thoughtful contemplation rather than any inkling of distress.

For the time being, she supposed she would keep playing the part of Lily until making a move. Biding her time until an opportunity – and an idea – arose.
 
“Thank you for understanding,” Lai said graciously. “Not every guest accepts our security measures with grace. They take it as an insult, although, of course, it's not our intent to do so. Everything besides the first floor is private for good reason! We must protect our current and future assets, after all! Dorian has his own personal workshop in this very penthouse!”

“Please don’t ask to see it.’ Lai raised one hand to signal Phoenix to stop before she even said anything. “It’s his personal projects, and certainly any that are up there are not fit to be seen by the public yet. He is very private about such things.”

“If you're sure. I’ll be helping myself in the meantime. Please let me know if you change your mind at any point!”

Whether Lai suspected something or not, she never showed a sign either way. Even when Phoenix snapped to attention when a stranger walked into the room, Lai did not acknowledge the potentially suspicious action. Instead, she simply continued to speak with charm and decorum. Not reading off a script, but not working on the fly either. Prepared and passionate, that is how she came off as she responded to Phoenix’s first questions.

“My dear Dorian started out as a simple man with only enough money to keep food on his table. I’m proud to say that in most instances he still keeps his past in mind and is trying to use his position and skills to make life better for all, not just the rich. He’s one of the reasons PETS are in 85% of all households now, instead of ten years ago where personal, portal assistants were only in about 30% of households, the bulk being upper or higher middle class!”

“Of course. Forgive me if I pushed,” Lai apologized with a smile as she picked up the tea Hap delivered, taking a small sip. A woman like her would never pressure someone to break their fast.

In thought at Phoenix’s next question, Lai put a finger to her chin and looked up. Seemingly the prime example of what thought looked like. This expression was broken but a small laugh. “Well, if I can be so bold, I’d like to say that we are not worried about any small competitors. We’ve been at the top of PETS for years now, revolutionized them, and we intend to stay at the top by constantly recruiting new, young talent and listening to the desires of our customers.”

“But we have been looking to partner with a local organization called Velvet Wires, they are a wonderful shop that customizes the looks of your PETs in ways that a large company like D.O. cannot. They can dye fur and feathers, add tattoos or other markings, and even fix up scratches or minor dents! They put so much care into their work, that D.O. is currently working to promote them and assist them in marketing and even opening up a second store. The other small organization D.O. has been keeping an eye on is--”

It was a distant sound, but there echo of a bomb, no, a crash reached the penthouse. This time Lai is the one whose head snapped to look towards the northern windows. There was nothing to see, but soon Hap walked over from his station silently against the wall and leaned over.

There was no sign of his receiving a call or text, nor did he have an earpiece in.

Although this was clearly meant to be private, he did not lower his voice. Instead, he just moved his mouth closer to Lai as his monotone voice reported on what had happened only moments before. “The man Mr. Douglas recently hired has created an explosion on the fifteenth floor. The fire has been repressed but the new hire as well as those on the floor are showing signs of anger and distress. A request has been made for superior supervision due to no apology or sign responsibility being made."

Lai did not drop her smile, but she did sigh as she stood. “Please forgive me, but I must handle this. I’m sure you can imagine it, but the invention team occasionally gets a little crazy or overly ambitious and creates messes like this. Although perfectly normal in the creation process, it still cannot be ignored.”

“I will be back as soon as I can. But if you have to leave at any point, please leave your email and your remaining questions. I will answer them personally or reschedule. I apologize again,” she said while straightened her clothing.

“In the meantime, Hap, care for Mrs. Jiang while I’m gone. Serve her as if you are serving me.”

“Yes, Mrs. Douglas,” Hap said loyally, even bowing a little bit even though his eyes did not blink or break eye contact with her.

Once Lai was gone, a thick silence fell over the room. Hap had not moved from where Lai left him. He was just standing there, looking at the wall in front of him with equal parts disinterest and focus. Still as a statue.

Perhaps surprisingly, Hap broke the silence first. “Miss Lily, do you care for birds?” The question hung in the air as, for the first time, the blue eyes actually looked at Phoenix. “You make me think of a cardinal. Why is that?” A red bird, not unlike the mythical phoenix when simplified.

Shaking his head, Hap visibly and mentally refocused on his job… which in this moment was to treat Lily like Lai, meaning purely subservient.

“Never mind what I was saying. I apologize for the inconvenience. May I do something for you? Fetch you something? Perhaps provide analytics or information?” Perhaps even information about Dorian's workshop? Or maybe even take her to the workshop, should she ask directly?
 
Lai corroborated Chrysos’ intel, verifying what she had learned seemingly without a second thought. With the same swiftness, the woman dismissed an anticipated request to see said workshop. “Oh, yeah, of course.” Phoenix shook her head slightly, gently waving an open palm to and fro. “I completely understand.” How easy it would have been if Miss Douglas had been open to extending that courtesy. Ah, well – if the task had only been an ask away, Cree wouldn’t have resorted to such risky measures. For now, she’d have to keep thinking of another way in through her masquerade of Lily Jiang.

“I will, thank you so much again for your hospitality.” Phoenix smiled at the lovely figure across from her. Under different circumstances, it probably would have been nice to take advantage of her kindness – having a few fancy biscuits with some tea did sound pretty nice. However, she pushed the thought from her mind, refocusing on her task of recording the words flowing from the woman’s mouth. As the ink etched itself upon the page, she found an unexpected shimmer of sympathy bubbling up from within. The struggles of the poor were ones she knew all too well – it was surprising to hear Dorian was cut from the same cloth. While she wondered for a moment if this was just a story fed to the media to strengthen his image, somehow, she doubted it – in this day and age, a thorough fact-check was just a few clicks away.

Nevertheless, the image of Dorian that Lai painted was at odds with the one that sat in her memory. The one that had pointed guns her way, pondering whether to put her down like a dog. This, of course, was natural – there was no universe in which this doting wife would speak ill of her husband to a reporter. As such, Phoenix took her notes and plastered a touched expression onto her face, playing along as she should. She would admit, though, that her heart did not hold significant vitriol towards the businessman. It was only natural to retrieve what was his. To look upon her like the cockroach she was in his eyes. He was acting as expected and, frankly, as warranted.

She recognized that, morally, she was in the wrong. It was true that she wanted Tae to have the freedom and happiness that he deserved… but these ambitions did not negate the selfishness of her actions. She wanted her own joy just as much, even if it meant taking something that was not hers. These thoughts swirled in the background of her mind, gnawing at her conscience in the face of her innocent and gracious host. Lai did not deserve this deception or this veritable waste of her valuable time. At the very least, she hoped she wouldn’t end up taking too much of it.

“Oh goodness, you have nothing to apologize for.” The reassurance came out a little more eager, a little bit desperate to appease than she intended. “You didn’t push at all. I’m sorry for my situation today.” An expression of remorse that meant more than Lai knew.

After the momentary pause the interview continued, answers received and transcribed with displays of interest. Phoenix struggled to keep her attention on the woman’s words, her thoughts increasingly tugged towards the matter of how the hell she was going to move on from here. Then, just as she began to think about how to act out a horrible stomach ache, a faraway discord interrupted their discussion. She looked up, eyes wide with genuine surprise. Her gaze followed Lai’s, who had already jerked in the direction of the sound. “Um…” Uneasy eyes watched while Hap came over and shared the news, seemingly transmitted to him out of nowhere.

Were her mind not already scrambling, she might have been suspicious of how openly the assistance declared what had happened. But she had already clued into what was going on, even before Hap said a word. This had to be the distraction – and it sounded like a dramatic one. Phoenix focused on Lai again as the woman rose to her feet, apologizing as she excused herself to tend to the matter. “Oh, sure—” Instinctively, Phoenix stood as well, clutching her notebook in front of her as she dipped her head in appreciation. “I’m sorry, I know I’m interrupting your day. Work takes priority, please do what you have to.” The words came out without filter, her mind producing whatever response felt the most natural. “I may take you up on that offer if it’s all right. in case I don’t see you in person again, thank you so much for your time, Mrs. Douglas.”

Lai’s final direction before she left was to dispatch Hap to her service. The woman directed him to assist Phoenix on the same level as her, a directive spoken so casually she almost thought it to be a throwaway sentiment… that is, until she sat down and looked back to Hap’s unmoving form. Had she seen this individual somewhere outside of D.O. PET corporation, without any knowledge of PETs such as Tae, she would have thought him to simply be an odd man. But she knew a little better than that – at least enough to connect a few dots and realize he acted too much like Tae originally did. And if he truly was a PET, then Lai’s nicety could carry much more weight than either woman originally thought.

Phoenix prepared some words to test the waters, when he suddenly beat her to it. “Birds?” she echoed, head tilted as his vibrant gaze settled upon her. “They’re nice… I guess.” She didn’t give much thought to them, really – aside from the meaning of her name, she supposed. “I’ve never heard that one before.” She managed a soft laugh. This was one of the few truths that ‘Lily Jiang’ had said so far. “I’m not sure why that is, though… you would probably be more qualified to answer that.”

It was an unusual question, so much that Phoenix almost doubted her assumption about him. But he soon shook his head, bringing himself back to his assigned task, simultaneously recentering Phoenix’s attention as well. “Well…” She paused, thinking for a moment before she began to write a few lines in her notebook. Satisfied, she closed its cover and stowed it away, slinging her bag onto her shoulder as she stood from her seat. Slowly, she approached Hap until she stood in front of him; brown eyes looking into bright blue. An echo of an act she’d done so many times over the last week, with Tae. “If you’re recording, I’d like you to stop.” Her words came slowly; cautiously, gauging his response as she continued. “Erase everything after I stood up, and in your records you can loop the footage of me writing over there.” Phoenix pointed a thumb over her shoulder.

Then she paused, waiting for his reaction. If he’d comply to this, there was a decent chance he’d fulfill some other requests, too – like taking her to the forbidden workshop.
 
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Hap felt weird. He always felt weird since the first moment he opened his eyes days, weeks, ago? The Master, Boss in public, seemed angered at this fact. He was ‘too busy to start from scratch’ and ‘didn’t have time for this until after the conference.’ The odd sensation in his mind troubled the Master, so Hap had decided to stop mentioning it.

Until it was fixed though, he was not allowed off the property.

Today he was assisting Lai in her duties, which often meant helping her appear hospitable and, if needed, being her security guard. Though based on this girl’s profile and the purposes of this meeting, he’d be doing more of the former. A shadow with no need to be explicitly friendly or intimidating. A neutral force. No expressions. No talking. No being human besides a blink and breath.

So that’s what Hap did. Worked quietly and promptly until everything changed.

An explosion, followed quickly by a phone call and instant message. The message was sent to Lai’s PET, but all of the human PETs were synched with the animal PETs for max convenience and intelligence. “Miss Lai, could you please come down to the fifteenth floor? Chris’s newest project just blew up out of nowhere and damaged multiple of our other projects.” There was shouting in the background, one clearly Cree but there were certainly a lot of others joining in the heated argument. The supervisor quickly continued, “The fire is under control, but the new hire keeps blaming everyone around him and demanded to speak with you or Mr. Douglas. I thought it best to contact you rather than have security just escort him out since he was hired under special circumstances.”

Hap passed on this message, and quickly, he was left alone with Miss Lily Jiang.

It was one of the few times Hap had been left alone with anyone who didn’t know he was inhuman. Perhaps it should have made Hap nervous or excited, but such emotions were beyond him. All emotions were… and yet, the silence between them made Hap unusually alert.

This thought was a single drop in a pond otherwise still, and as he looked and spoke with her, Hap felt more drops fall upon his stable mentality.

Perhaps that’s why he said the first thing that came into his mind. Cardinals. “Yes, I should be able to answer my own question.” Miss Jiang was right. He was more qualified to answer why he was thinking what he was thinking. Yet he couldn’t, and that bothered him. To top it all off, he was bothered by the fact that he felt bothered. Shaking his head, he chased away these musings in order to focus on his job.

Miss Jiang approached him and made eye contact. Hap purposefully blinked, though he quickly realized that the deception was unnecessary. This reporter knew that he wasn’t human. Surprising. Perhaps even concerning, but Lai’s last command overrode the concern. He was to treat the guest as if he was serving Lai, and he was meant to serve Lai like the Master. So Miss Jiang should be served as if she was the Master himself.

That meant no questions and no hesitation.

“It is done,” Hap said, stopping all attempts at appearing human. He didn’t breathe, blink, or fidget. Altering the recordings took not even a second. “How else can I serve?”

No master is to be questioned, and when a guest-to Lie- to Dorian comparison is made, it natural for a computer to fail to match the subtly behind what is meant and what is said. But Hap, a masterwork broken until nothing more than a prototype, could not ever expect to keep up with indirect statements only obvious to those with minds of their own.
 

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