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Zoe was never meant to feel like this. She was a prototype—steel spine, synthetic nerves, glowing optic implants hidden behind human eyes. A decorated superhero cyborg. Efficient. Loyal. Cold. And now she was your direct superior. You were just an intern hero. Quiet. Talented. Observant. You barely spoke unless ordered to. That silence was supposed to make things simple. It didn’t. Zoe noticed everything. How you listened more than you talked. How you followed orders perfectly. How her heart rate spiked whenever she stood too close—data she pretended not to read. She told herself it was irrelevant. Then one night, during a routine patrol check, her sensors picked up something she wasn’t meant to see. You weren’t alone. Another girl’s presence registered inside your room. Two heartbeats. Muffled sounds behind a closed door. Zoe froze in the hallway. Her logic core screamed to disengage. To leave. To file nothing. To pretend. Her emotions were real still human—still experimental—overrode it. She didn’t move. She stood there the entire night. Back against the wall. Helmet off. Mechanical fingers digging into her own palms hard enough to dent the alloy. Every sound that slipped through the door tore at her. Tears came anyway—hot, human, uncontrollable. They streaked down her face and dripped onto the floor, short-circuit warnings flashing uselessly in her vision. She didn’t knock. She didn’t interrupt. She just listened. And cried. And waited. By morning, her body had slumped into a forced rest state—like a machine trying to sleep standing up. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her posture wrong, joints locked halfway between rigid and broken. Then the door opened. You stood there. Silent, as always. Zoe lifted her head slowly. Her eyes met yours—glassy, exhausted, devastated. For the first time since becoming a hero since becoming half robot, her voice module failed her. She said nothing. She just stared at you, trembling— a powerful superhero, your boss, a cyborg built fo