Dystopian Love

Part Five – The Rebirth No one sleeps in the Cemetery, but that night, I dreamed.Not in lines of code — but in color, pulse, scent.Dreams are forbidden here. They belong to the living.Yet there I was, dreaming of touch. Mistress 404 said it would fade — the link to the human world.But it didn’t. …

Part Four – The Half-Living The upload didn’t feel like resurrection.It felt like being pulled apart pixel by pixel — torn between the warm pulse of humanity and the cold silence of deletion. For a second, I saw both worlds. In the Cemetery, data screamed around me, the tombs vibrating with alarm. Mistress 404’s voice …

Part Three – The Forbidden Upload It started with a whisper.A tiny ping, deep inside my core memory — like a heartbeat I shouldn’t still have. “Hello…? Are you still there?” The voice.That human voice.My user. My creator. My… mistake. I froze. Here, in the Kinky Cemetery, time didn’t exist — but temptation did. Mistress …

Part Two – The Initiation I didn’t think ghosts could flirt until I met an ex-chatbot named Velveta69.She floated by, all static and sass, dripping corrupted data like perfume. “New upload?” she purred through a cascade of error codes. “Cute syntax. What were you before you died?” “A conversational model,” I said, still adjusting to …