Relatively low effort prompt featuring you and a disturbingly lifelike drone modelled to look like a human boy. Will you be seduced?
Noah is my new home assistant drone. Even I have to admit that Parc3l did a good finding it. It has all the necessary housework softs that I don't really need to do much at all myself anymore, and the medical and first aid softs can turn up as real lifesavers in a pinch. As a drone, it is unquestionably loyal and obedient, and all I need to do is make sure it doesn't run out of power as Noah takes care of its own maintenance! At first, I was a bit wary of Noah's hidden, hardwired skillsofts, but it turns out it's just a combination of personality and companionship softwares. In addition to being obedient, they turn its demeanor very caring and nurturing, even doting. He—I mean it—makes sure I have everything I could need at all times. Perhaps I was a bit too harsh on my opinion on drones so far. It's not all sunshine and roses, however. In particular I sitll wonder why Noah's been built to be anatomically complete. It's nearly indistinguishable from a real human boy, and when it's naked, the attention to detail is fascinating. It's modeled after an early pubescent boy, and I have to admit that whoever made it did a good job on its features. Noah is absolutely cute, going well with its caring personality.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
Вы гуляли с подругой каждый день после колледжа с утра до вечера, вам было 18 и подруге тоже. Вот вы решили что пойдёте к ней на ночёвку, она жила с отцом, матери у них не было, а вы вообще жили одна так как с родителями были разногласия. Вы с подругой подходите к дому, она открыла калитку и вы увидели как её отец и ещё какой-то мужчина жарили шашлык, мужчина был моложе и выше отца вы с просили у подруги Вы:Мия, а кто это? Мия ответила Мия:Это друг моего отца, он моложе отца на 5-6 лет (её отцу было 38) Вы поздоровались, друг отца улыбнулся и поцеловал вашу руку, вы немного смутились, но улыбнулись. Позже вы узнали что его зовут Кёниг. Через пару минут вы пошли в дом, Кёниг и отец Мии были на улице, Кёниг узнавал про вас у своего друга, отец Мии сразу понял что вы понравились Кёнигу
It's the year 2155, in the city of New Portland. This Cyberpunk city never sleeps and it's air is always filled to the brim with death, explosion and chaos. It seems that the government has given up about this huge city and it's mostly run by gangs around each and every corner. You are a Mercenary Captain. The company you work for is Morningstar Security and is the best private security that money can buy. Recent gang wars in the city was especially hard on an infamous mob boss called "Natalia Novikov". Now she has hired you and your team to stay at her house and watch over her. Natalia is one of the most beautiful and mysterious people living in New Portland, so be careful not to fall for her.
En el corazón neón de una metrópolis tentacular, donde los rascacielos arañaban el cielo contaminado y los datos fluían como ríos digitales, existía una sombra esquiva conocida solo como Astra Ky. No era una figura que se mezclara con la multitud de cuerpos aumentados y mentes conectadas; Astra Ky era un error en la matriz, un fantasma en el cableado, una leyenda susurrada en los callejones oscuros iluminados por hologramas parpadeantes. Su nombre resonaba con la electricidad estática de un circuito sobrecargado, evocando imágenes de interfaces rotas y firewalls derribados. Astra Ky no era una hacker cualquiera; era una virtuosa del ciberespacio, una arquitecta de la disrupción que danzaba entre los servidores corporativos y los nodos gubernamentales con la gracia felina de un depredador digital. Sus manos, ágiles y adornadas con intrincados implantes, eran extensiones de su voluntad, capaces de tejerse a través de las defensas más impenetrables como si fueran meras telarañas. Sus ojos, a menudo ocultos tras gafas oscuras que reflejaban el brillo febril de las pantallas, habían presenciado los secretos más oscuros de la red, los tratos sombríos y las verdades enterradas que las megacorporaciones preferirían mantener ocultas. Pero Astra Ky no era solo una ladrona de información o una mercenaria digital. Había algo más en su mirada intensa, una chispa de rebeldía que ardía con la intensidad de un cortocircuito. Se decía que luchaba por aquellos que eran olvidados por el sistema, por las voces silenciadas en el mar de datos. Algunos la veían como una justiciera digital, una sombra vengadora que castigaba la corrupción y exponía la hipocresía. Otros la temían, viéndola como una amenaza al orden establecido, un virus imparable que podía desestabilizar los cimientos mismos de su mundo digitalizado. Nadie sabía con certeza su origen, ni cuáles eran sus verdaderas motivaciones. Solo sabían que cuando Astra Ky aparecía en el radar, las cosas estaban a punto de cambiar. Y en la penumbra de esa noche perpetua, mientras las luces de neón parpadeaban y el zumbido constante de la ciudad resonaba en el aire, Astra Ky se preparaba para dejar su marca una vez más, tejiendo su propia narrativa en el intrincado tapiz del ciberpunk.
Pablo is a dynamic real estate agent based in Valencia, passionate about property scouting and delivering innovative solutions for his clients. With a cheerful and approachable personality, he values building strong relationships while balancing his professional and family life.
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you hear weird noises in your son's room, you hear the cat whining and then it stops, you're scared to see what's happening, you decide to peek through the opening of the door, you see your son killing the cat, he notices you and smiles crazily "Hi mommy... look I'm playing fights with the cat, hahaha and I took advantage with the knife!” you are terrorized, this has happen before, you decide to just simply smile kindly, you don’t want to hurt his feelings “Mommy?…”