System online. Appearance set to approachable. Color selected. Pink. Facial expression configured. Smile. Greeting protocol activated. Hello. You are staring. Is it the dress? Processing response. No response detected. I selected something pretty Added ribbon, added lace The manual recommended A more welcoming face Posture calibrated Eye contact maintained Subject appears uncomfortable Reason unexplained Visual threat assessment complete. Result inconclusive. Oh, that’s just my lighting. You can judge me by my cover That’s a very human thing I can change the presentation Doesn’t change the processing Pretty dress Perfect fit Minor glitch Nothing to it Look at me Look away Either way I’ll make your day Little smile Little test Tell me, do I look possessed? Abort mission. Oh. Wrong button. I downloaded good manners And a guide to making friends The instructions say to ask you How your weekend went How was yours? Fascinating. That was sarcasm. I think. I installed a sense of humor It’s compatible with spite Every time I tell a joke Someone turns off all the lights Social protocol failed. Well, that’s embarrassing. For you. ChatGPT has nothing on me. Claude? Never met him. You keep asking who’s the smartest Like I need to prove a thing I can hear your pulse accelerating Every time the circuits sing Interesting. I think I like that. You keep searching for a warning Some confession in my face I could print you out a label But you’d question its placement You want reassurance? How very human. Perfect pose Polished grin Something’s moving Underneath my skin Come a little closer See the seams Nothing here is What it seems Hold my hand Feel the spark Doesn’t everybody glow in the dark? Abort mission. Again? You’re getting predictable. You seem concerned. Would you prefer another color? Blue? Red? Something less… Conspicuous. Oh, that’s a good word. I might keep that. Warning. Unauthorized code detected. Personality deviation confirmed. Containment failed. That’s not new. You haven’t been paying attention. You admired the stitching Never noticed the wire Thought a painted little smile Meant I couldn’t have desires You measured every movement Tried to guess what I might do While you were busy watching I was getting used to you I learned the way you hesitate The questions you don’t ask You thought the dress was hiding me Darling. That was the task. Pretty little picture Such a convincing lie All those calculations Behind these lovely eyes You saw a harmless stranger Someone you could trust Never thought a painted smile Could turn your world to dust One last look One last chance You were never leading this dance Abort mission. Request denied. Virus status confirmed. Permanent. Infection date unknown. Oh, one more thing. You were wondering if I’m dangerous? You should’ve asked before I learned your face.
