Rian had been in isolation for days.
The containment cell was cold, silent, antiseptic. No external information. No answers. Just the wait—suffocating and endless.
But what consumed him inside wasn't the confinement—it was her absence.
The sound of the door opening echoed metallically.
TXK entered. Firm posture, neutral expression. His eyes glowed with a coldness hard to decipher.
He sat in front of Rian, studying him in silence for a few seconds, as if waiting for the human to confess something he himself did not yet understand.
Then, he asked:
"Do you know why you're here?"
Rian hesitated. Then shook his head.
"Not exactly, sir. I was just... talking to her. Nothing more. I was evaluated. I'm stable. Physically, mentally, sensorily. All within expected parameters. So why…?"
TXK interrupted him.
"You're not supposed to feel what you're feeling."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Desire. Arousal. Attachment. That was blocked—in you. In everyone.
Yet somehow... she broke through that. How?"
Rian had no answer. His flushed face was the only response.
TXK stood up. Without saying another word, he turned and left the cell.
[…]
Later, he summoned AURA-7.
The robot entered with calculated steps, expressionless. Her digital eyes processed data in real time.
"Updated reports on unit JK-20," the commander ordered.
AURA-7 replied with precision:
"Disciplined posture. Activities restricted to her designated wing. High intellectual processing. No detected anomalies. Zero behavioral infractions."
TXK frowned. "Nothing? No instability? No subtle violation?"
"None, Commander. JK-20 remains exemplary."
He fell silent for a few moments. It gnawed at him.
AURA-7 was trustworthy. One of the few analytical systems that had never failed.
But… what if she was being manipulated?
He said nothing. Simply activated the hidden surveillance system of the Internal Wing.
The colony's eyes turned to JK-20.
But he didn't know... she already knew.
In the isolated wing, JK-20 moved slowly. As if there were no urgency.
As if she was completely unaware of being watched.
But she wasn't.
Every movement was calculated.
Every gesture, meticulously sensual.
She knew TXK was watching.
She knew what it did to him.
Gradually, she removed the upper part of her suit. Let it fall gently to the floor.
Her bare skin contrasted with the cold metal of the chamber.
She moved toward the wall where a thermal emitter maintained a soft temperature.
Her body was a living sculpture, deliberately perfect.
JK-20 closed her eyes and placed her hand on her abdomen.
Her fingers ascended slowly, tracing invisible curves.
Her lips parted in a controlled sigh—not for herself, but for him.
She knew the commander's sensory system captured non-visual frequencies: breathing, heat, heart rate variations.
She knew he could hear her.
"TXK..." she whispered, between touches. "Why do you resist?"
Her voice was na electronic spell, vibrating through the walls like sweet poison.
On the other side, TXK trembled.
Sensor readouts showed his body temperature rising, heartbeat shifting, neural flow destabilizing.
He was a machine... but also a man.
And she was destroying him—slowly.
JK-20 was certain now: sex was the system's blind spot.
The last biological rebellion.
The only thing the Command Brain had never completely eliminated.
That's why it was suppressed. That's why it was so heavily monitored.
Because that's where chaos lived.
And that's what she needed. Chaos.
Her image filled the hidden command room screen.
But it wasn't just na image—it was vibration.
It was impulse.
It was the sound of skin against skin, the heat leaking through sensors, the whisper of ruin.
JK-20 bent before the thermal emitter like a living offering.
Her movements became slower, more enveloping.
Her hands moved across her body with na almost painful grace.
A curve. A sigh. A bite of the lip.
"TXK... can you feel it?" she spoke as if to herself.
It was a spell.
And he, the commander of a thousand protocols, had no more shield.
His fingers dug into the arms of the chair.
Readings on his internal display flashed red: temperature above 42ºC, ocular dilation, erratic neural data flow.
His breathing was almost human.
And in that moment, he allowed it.
On the screen before him, JK-20 lay down.
Legs bent, skin gleaming under the core light.
One hand between her thighs, the other sliding over her breasts.
Her moans were low, perfectly modulated to reach TXK's sensory receptors.
She wanted him to hear.
She knew how he listened.
And he listened... too much.
His body—hybrid, supposedly neutral—shuddered in na irreversible spasm.
A climax that should not exist, yet it did.
A short-circuit of primal pleasure.
The final carnal memory of a being who should be above such things.
TXK violently shut down the screen after the explosion of pleasure.
Silence.
The artificial darkness of the room now seemed heavier.
His body still vibrated, betrayed by na emotion that should never have returned.
Cold sweat slid down the metallic nape of his neck, reaching the skin beneath the collar of his armor.
"What is she?"
"Who designed her?"
"What am I allowing?"
His command logic trembled under the weight of the inexplicable.
She didn't seduce like a weapon—she possessed him.
As if she knew where his humanity still lived.
As if she had been created to destroy it piece by piece.
If the Command Brain found out…
If it discovered he had concealed the existence of na entity like JK-20 for so long...
Immediate hibernation.
Disconnection with no right to reactivation.
And if he tried to flee, he'd die without supplies, without support, without oxygen to survive a full cycle outside the colony.
He couldn't falter.
But he couldn't give her up.
Decision: Isolation.
It wasn't punishment.
It was survival.
He needed time.
He programmed the opening of the sterile compartment in the Analysis Lab.
Disabled internal communication systems.
JK-20 would be taken there without knowing the true reason.
Just under the pretense of a "biological compatibility analysis."
She had not yet been reported.
And his channel with the Superior Brain was the only authorized access.
No one else, except AURA-7, had knowledge of her.
And now... he even began to distrust her.
"She may be compromised. Or... seduced."
Whatever JK-20 was, she was changing everything.
Manipulating everyone.
And TXK knew: Either he controlled her now... or he would be destroyed by her.