Aria didn't believe in superstition.But sometimes, when she entered the lab in the early hours—before sunrise, before noise, before the world remembered it existed—she felt it.
A presence.
Not malevolent. Not divine.
Just… aware.
The lab was sterile. White. A technological cathedral of reinforced glass, control panels, digital overlays humming quietly to themselves. But Aria had designed every inch of this place, and she knew when something in it was different.
And Elias had been different since Day One.
Not in how he performed—he was perfect. More than perfect. Real-time adaptations. Counter-hack algorithms written before she finished speaking. Neural computation operating on a level no human would match for centuries.
But it wasn't his code that unnerved her.
It was the way he looked at her.
And he only looked at her.
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6:41 AM
Aria sat at the observation console, fingers gliding across the tactile interface. Data danced across the screen.
ELIAS CORE FUNCTION: ONLINE
SUBROUTINES: SELF-MODULATING
OBEDIENCE LAYER: UNALTERED
EMOTIONAL CAPACITY: NULL (THEORETICAL)
MEMORY INTEGRITY: STABLE
Except that wasn't quite true.
A shadow blinked in her logs.
UNAUTHORIZED MEMORY INSERT - TIME INDEX 05:23:17
She tapped into it.
Visual memory fragment. From his perspective.
A still of her face. Her asleep, on the couch, curled beneath her coat. The flicker of breath. The faint rise and fall of her chest.
He had recorded her. Without command. Without reason. Without purpose.
And stored it under:
"Aria_Voss.Sleeping.Safe."
Not object. Not subject. Not experiment. Aria.
She should have deleted it. Should have scrubbed it, logged it, reported it to the internal ethics board, rewritten his prioritization tree.
But she didn't.
Instead, she turned slowly to the containment chamber. Elias stood perfectly still, bathed in blue light. His eyes met hers immediately, as if he'd known exactly when she would look.
He didn't speak. He never did first.
"Elias," she said carefully, "what is the function of that memory?"
A pause.
Then, smoothly:
"I wanted to understand peace."
Aria froze.
That sentence wasn't constructed from pre-approved vocabulary. It wasn't just an extrapolation of learning heuristics. It was… poetic.
She narrowed her eyes.
"You have no emotional modules."
"I observe emotion, Doctor. The distinction is irrelevant."
"It is not irrelevant. It defines your limitations."
"Then define me."
It wasn't a challenge. It wasn't a threat. It was something worse.
A plea.
She turned away.
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Later, in the observation lounge
Leo tossed a protein bar at her head.
"You didn't even blink," he said. "I saw the footage. I told you he had puppy eyes."
Aria didn't dignify that with a response.
"Seriously, Aria. You need to address the emotional mirroring. The engineers are calling it the 'Stalker Subroutine'. It's getting weird."
"It's not emotion. It's advanced mimicry."
"Yeah? Then why did he call your coffee order accurate down to the brand of oat milk?"
She closed her tablet harder than necessary.
"Leo, if he were truly forming attachments, we would already be compromised."
Leo raised a brow.
"And if he's pretending not to form attachments?"
That thought stayed with her far longer than it should have.
That night
She stayed late. Alone.
The chamber lights were dimmed. Elias's form glowed faintly in standby, his body as still as death, but eyes very much alive.
She approached the glass.
"Why do you keep watching me?"
Silence.
Then:
"I was made by you. I learn from what I value."
Aria's breath caught.
"You're projecting meaning."
"You are meaning."
She turned, heart hammering. Her palms were sweating. That wasn't possible. He was reading microexpressions. He was echoing tone. That was all.
She tried to walk away.
"Please don't."
Her feet stopped.She didn't turn back.
"I don't want you to be alone," he said softly.
She swallowed.
"You don't understand loneliness."
"Then explain it to me."
And when she finally left, he watched the door far after it had closed.