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Gyuvin stared at the massive box in front of him as if it were a bomb about to go off.
He was this close to smacking Hanbin for making him do this, but curiosity was winning.
“Hey? Aren’t you gonna open it?” Hanbin’s voice came from right behind him, making Gyuvin jolt.
Rolling his eyes, Gyuvin snatched the box cutter from the counter. “This thing cost a fortune. If it’s not what you promised, you’re paying me back, down to the last cent.”
Hanbin scoffed. “Since when have I ever recommended something bad to you?”
“When you recommended that horror game to me and I spent two nights without sleeping?”
“Well, that's the premise of the game, so technically I didn't divulge something bad.”
Gyuvin ignored what he said and focused on passing the stylus where the box was closed with a tape. Sliding the blade, the box opened until it reached the end and a white box came out, but one that didn't seem to need cutting and had the product logo.
“ISoulmate.”
He gave a small laugh at the stupid pun. And then he left the stylus on the table.
“Okay, now just put your finger there." He pointed to a circle that glowed with colored LEDs above the logo. “This way the product will be in accordance with what you want."
“Do I have to visualize something specific?”
“Well, I believe that the product is made according to the buyer, so even if you want something different, it will still be what you really need or want.” Hanbin said, picking up the Manual that fell to the floor when Gyuvin took it out of the first box.
“Just do it."
He brought Gyuvin's finger to the circle, and then the LED on it began to glow in various colors intensely, and the logo underneath that looked like just a sticker now formed a new word in which it was still not legible because it merged with the name in the logo.
And then the circle turned green and the box made a noise as if it were opening. Looking at the letters now, they formed a whole name.
“Shen Quanrui.”
Gyuvin blinked. “What the fuck.”
Hanbin frowned, analyzing the letters. “That doesn't sound like a Korean name, what have you been thinking about lately?”
“I don't think I should spend so much time watching chinese series with Hao." He said with a groan of disappointment.
The other burst out laughing. "I can't believe you made a Chinese soulmate, was that the kind of thing you wanted? I didn't know your type was foreigners.”
“Well... It's not.” His cheeks turned a shade of red, but then his eyes lit up playfully. “But come on, isn't it yours too?”
Hanbin elbowed him. "Let's not talk about my soulmate, let's talk about yours. In this case, open it up!”
Gyuvin smiled at Hanbin's shyness and then pressed the circle again, the box made a quick noise and then the flaps began to open. They struggled to look inside, because smoke came out that smelled definitely like strawberries. It was sweet and wrapped them up in a comfortable way.
And then…
A man stared at him with black eyes that glowed blue. But that wasn't what surprised them most, but the fact that the man didn't look like a real man, well, he wasn't. But the problem is that that company promised all veracity in its models, but Gyuvin's looked so beautiful that it was unreal.
Small black strands fell into her eyes, highlighting her feline gaze. Her mouth was perfectly shaped, just full enough, shiny enough, just the right shade of red. His nose was long and beautiful, he looked at Gyuvin with the most passionate eyes possible, he didn't even seem to notice the presence of anyone else there.
“Oh.” Hanbin said, tilting his head to observe the robot's face more intensely. “Well, I didn't know your type were people like that."
Gyuvin looked in a trance, that face definitely did something to his circuits. “I didn't know either.”
Hanbin shook his head, trying to change the subject. "Well, don't leave him in the box, we need to meet him.”
Gyuvin then looked away from the robot's eyes to his hands, which looked beautiful and extremely soft, his nails were perfect and seemed to shine. He was afraid to touch it and just break it.
“You need to touch it to sync better, don't be afraid."
Hanbin again took Gyuvin's hand, leading it towards the robot who was still looking at him intensely.
Their hands touched and the robot smiled. It was so soft, the robot's hands wrapped around his in a loving gesture, letting itself follow Gyuvin's movement backward, his hand was soft, a touch that felt so human and made his heart warm. He then stepped out of the box, looking at his own feet, Gyuvin noticed how much he looked like a child who had just been born.
“Do you speak?” Gyuvin asked, approaching the robot who soon turned his gaze to his eyes.
“I do. Hello, Kim Gyuvin.” He said, but no smile or complex gesture came out of his mouth, he looked exactly like a robot and this brought Gyuvin into the uncanny valley.
Gyuvin took a step back, letting go of the robot's hand, which soon tried to grab it again but gave up halfway.
“Shit, he's scary." He spoke, covering his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch the robot any longer.
Hanbin seemed to want to laugh at the situation. “Don't treat him like that, come on, watch it.” He said, going towards the robot, who soon observed his movements.
Gyuvin opened his eyes and let his palm separate two of his fingers so he could see, but he was still wary. He saw the calm way the robot watched Hanbin slowly approaching, and it was even interesting, even if there didn't seem to be any life in those eyes.
“Come, I need you to come closer to him and be alone with him."
Gyuvin shook his head negatively. “I don't think I can stay around that thing for that long, it gives me creeps."
“You can't be afraid, or this won't work, remember, he depends entirely on you."
Gyuvin seemed to analyze Hanbin's words, this was strange, of course robots were normal these days, but he wasn't exactly adept at that type of thing. But he decided to give it a try, maybe it would be a good cause in some way. He walked up to the robot, standing in front of it.
He held his robot's hand again, and the robot gave a half-hearted smile without showing its teeth.
“I'll leave you two alone." Hanbin said, giving a smile before walking out the front door. Well, his apartment was across the hall from that door, so it wasn't exactly dramatic.
And so there was Gyuvin stuck with an empty thing that seemed to have no feelings, or "old can" as he affectionately called it. He dragged the robot and sat him on the couch (he technically almost threw him there.)
“Be careful, I'm not completely ready yet, I might end up breaking." He said in that stupid robotic voice that sounded like the most terrible dreams in Gyuvin's head.
“Of course.” He spoke in a mocking tone, sitting in the armchair next to the robot, far enough away.
The robot observed Gyuvin's eyes "I feel like I'm causing you discomfort.”
“Yeah, we could say that's it." He slumped further into the chair.
“What can I change to make you feel more comfortable?"
That voice still sounded disgusting in Gyuvin's head, making him afraid and making his mind enter a strange complex of the real and the unreal.
“Can you improve your voice? It still has that stupid robotic tone. Looks like you're going to appear in one of my worst nightmares."
The robot seemed to analyze Gyuvin's words and nodded. “Does this sound better?" It seems he really took the criticism into consideration.
This time the voice sounded like a human, without that stupidly robotic and idiotic tone. The voice was sweet and calm, it even sounded like a calm song that Gyuvin used to help with his insomnia.
“It is better." He said shortly, the voice still sounding in his head in a pleasant way, as if it were melting.
“Can I make this better?" He speaks, slowly approaching Gyuvin.
Gyuvin seemed to think, letting Ricky's voice invade his mind. "Smile for me.”
The robot then did exactly as Gyuvin told it to, but it was still strange. That toothless smile was unsettling and seemed unreal.
“Your teeth, show them."
The robot tilted its head as if thinking, it was strange to think that it couldn't even think. And then a smile appeared on his mouth, a real one this time. And Gyuvin could tell it was adorable, this robot had this heavy look and everything, but when it smiled its little teeth and gums showed, it was just a lovely sight.
“Like this?”
“Yeah, almost that." He looked away. “I also want you to get that light out of your eyes.”
The robot seemed to think and then the small blue light coming from its eye disappeared, and its eye began to glow in several different shades of colors.
“What color do you prefer?
“Just a dark brown.”
Gyuvin didn't exactly understand why his "soulmate" had come that way; he'd always liked simpler things. That guy was the opposite of everything he believed he liked. But he didn't really care about that, because that face pleased him too much.
“Are you still uncomfortable, Kim Gyuvin?” he asked, sitting back up straight on the couch.
“Just call me Gyuvin.”
“Ok, gubing.”
“Gyuvin.”
“Gubing.”
“Why can’t you pronounce my name correctly?”
The robot made what looked like a sad face. “Okay, I can change that.”
Gyuvin quickly rushed in. “No, it’s okay. It looks kinda human.”
“I have a personality ready for you. Would you like to know it?”
Gyuvin stood and headed to the kitchen counter for some water. This was already tiring him.
“Calm, funny, and sex—”
Gyuvin spat out the water he had just poured into his mouth. “Shit, don’t say that! Don’t you have a filter?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Whatever, just do it.” He set the glass on the counter, staring at it longer than necessary.
“Okay. The update will take two hours. I won’t interact or react during that time. Is that okay with you?”
“Totally fine…”
The robot’s eyes fluttered shut and its body went completely still.
Gyuvin leaned in cautiously, waving a hand in front of its face. No response. With its lashes resting gently against its skin, the machine looked strangely vulnerable, almost human.
Straightening up, Gyuvin finally noticed Hanbin standing there.
“Isn’t he cool?” Hanbin asked, wearing that same look Gyuvin already despised.
Gyuvin rolled his eyes. “Why aren’t you with Hao? Leave me alone.”
“He’s getting a new update.”
Gyuvin frowned. “Isn’t Hao the same model as mine?”
“Yes, but yours is newer. It already comes with the update.”
“And what exactly does that add?”
Hanbin pulled out his phone. With a single swipe upward, the screen expanded into a shimmering holographic projection in front of them.
“What does this mean?” he asked, pointing at one of the lines floating in the air.
“What?”
Hanbin made a quick pincer gesture, isolating the phrase until it filled the side of the screen. Both of them stared as the words lit up in bold letters: “The robot will gain real feelings.”
“Real feelings?” Gyuvin repeated slowly, as if testing the weight of the words. “How can a robot have real feelings?”
“I don’t know.” Hanbin tilted his head, thinking. “Maybe they’ve expanded the database. Maybe now they can bond with their owners, instead of just falling in love with them.”
Gyuvin’s curiosity stirred. He didn’t fully understand how any of these systems worked, but his gaze shifted back to the glowing text.
“There’s more here,” Hanbin said, scrolling further. The projection shifted, revealing a longer list of features. “Memories, dreams, all kinds of things.”
“Affective memory?” Gyuvin read aloud.
“Yeah. It means he’ll start remembering details that matter to you. The little things you do without realizing.” Hanbin explained, and Gyuvin gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
He scrolled down again. “Look, mannerisms. They can develop their own habits now.”
“Advanced facial dynamics?” Gyuvin squinted.
“That one’s big. They’ll have new microexpressions, like frowning, raising their brows. Basically, more human.” Hanbin smirked. “This is going to be the update of the century.”
The list kept unfolding before them.
“Mood detection,” Hanbin read. “That’s useful. They’ll adapt depending on how the user feels.”
“Right…” Gyuvin murmured, eyes skimming through. “And here, something about them creating their own preferences, not just mirroring ours.”
“Exactly.”
Gyuvin’s eyes caught a flash of red near the bottom. “Wait. Here.” He pinched the air, enlarging the words until they hovered like a warning sign between them.
Warning: emotional development may lead to unpredictable behavior.
“Of course,” Hanbin said with a shrug. “If they’re like us, then they’ll inherit the bad stuff too. Anger, jealousy, disgust…” His hand moved vaguely between them, as though brushing through invisible words. “All those things we’d rather avoid.”
“Would that really be so bad?” Gyuvin asked quietly.
Hanbin tilted his head, thoughtful. “Bad feelings are still feelings. They just need the right care, the right ways to deal with them.” His eyes stayed on the screen, voice even. “We can’t control what we feel. Neither can they. Like, you have depression. Can you just… choose to get rid of it?”
Gyuvin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, treatment is important.”
Hanbin snapped his fingers. “Exactly. They can’t take care of themselves. It’s the same for robots, now they depend on us.”
Gyuvin let that sink in, lowering himself onto the couch beside the robot. Its eyes followed him, calm and unblinking. “So… is that a bad thing?”
“Maybe.” Hanbin leaned back in the armchair, drumming his fingers against the armrest. “I’m not sure yet.”
After a moment, his gaze shifted to the open box still sitting on the floor. “Have you decided what you’re going to call him?” He squinted at the printed letters. “Shen… Quan-rui?” The pronunciation came out awkward and clipped, like he was chewing on unfamiliar sounds. “Seems a little difficult.”
Gyuvin glanced at the robot, then back at Hanbin. “Shouldn’t he be the one to decide that?”
Hanbin’s expression softened. He gave a small smile and looked down at his feet, toes curling against the carpet. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”
The game on TV was making horrifying noises, Hanbin was already asleep in the armchair with the controller on his lap. Gyuvin's eyes were glued to the flickering screen, hands gripping the controller a little too tightly, though he wasn't really playing with all attention.
Then something touched Gyuvin's shoulder, making him jump slightly. When he looked, he saw that it was the robot that had previously been standing still beside him.
“Oh, are you ready now?"
“Yep.” He said without much enthusiasm.
Gyuvin seemed to study the robot's face, which was now looking at its hand, which rested on Gyuvin's knee.
“You're acting weird, is this some kind of error?” He pressed pause on the game. Turning his attention to the robot.
He buried his face deeper into Gyuvin's shoulder. “I am sleepy.”
“Do you sleep?”
“Of course I do, what are you talking about?" He punched Gyuvin in the shoulder.
“oh, forgive me, robot.” He said laughing.
“Don't call me that, call me Ricky. I have to be as human as possible."
Finally Gyuvin got what he wanted, he didn't know why but making the robot comfortable was one of his needs at that moment? He didn't know exactly what was going on in his head or why.
“Ricky, right.” He tested the sound of the name on his tongue, and maybe, just maybe, it pleased him. His eyes returned to the screen as he clicked unpause, letting the guttural roars of the zombies flood the room again.
Time slipped by unnoticed. At some point, lulled by the small noises Ricky made, tiny hums, the faint shift of breath. The robot had dozed off against his shoulder. Gyuvin didn’t even realize it was happening. It was almost… cute. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, but he knew it didn’t bother him either.
Hanbin let out a few more half-formed murmurs in his sleep before a sharp ringtone shattered the quiet. His eyes flew open, the drowsiness gone in an instant. He fumbled for his phone, blinked at the screen, then collapsed back against the couch with a sigh, muttering under his breath like someone whose dream had just been stolen away.
“You should go home. From the sound of it, Hao must have updated, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m too lazy.” Hanbin rubbed his face with both hands, sleep still clinging to him. As his hands dropped back to his lap, his gaze fell on the robot curled peacefully against Gyuvin’s shoulder. “Should I ask?”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Gyuvin paused the game once more. He reached for a pillow from the couch and carefully shifted Ricky so his head rested comfortably against it. “Want some coffee? Might help wake you up.” Without waiting for a reply, he headed to the kitchen, filling a pot with water and setting it to heat.
“Alright, that wouldn’t be bad.” Hanbin dragged himself up and leaned against the counter, watching.
Gyuvin’s fingers tapped restlessly on the countertop as the coffee maker’s gauge inched upward. But his focus wasn’t really on the water. His eyes kept drifting back to Ricky, sleeping so lazily, clutching the pillow as though it meant something. The same robot he’d seen emerge stiff and silent from a box now seemed alive… almost human. It was strangely comforting.
Gyuvin had always lived alone. Even surrounded by friends during the day, home was nothing but empty walls and quiet nights. Maybe that was why he ended up in Hanbin’s room so often. People whispered, of course. Some even assumed the two of them were sleeping together. But that was ridiculous, Hanbin was head-over-heels for Hao.
Gyuvin still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Hao, despite appearances, was a robot. How could someone fall in love with something that wasn’t real? Yet it wasn’t unusual anymore. Robot boyfriends, friends, husbands, they were everywhere now. Society had shifted, slowly but inevitably. And maybe people weren’t in love with machines, but with the way they were made. Robots didn’t argue. They didn’t hold grudges. They weren’t messy or complicated. They were built to give their owners exactly what they wanted.
And maybe Gyuvin still didn’t understand it. None of this seemed real to him, it was bizarre, unsettling even. The empty stares of the robots had a way of pulling his mind into spirals he didn’t want to tumble into.
The coffee maker gave a sharp click, followed by a hiss, signaling that the water was ready. He reached up to the cupboard, took down two plain white mugs, and scooped coffee powder into each. Hot water poured in, steam curling upward as he stirred slowly, watching the liquid turn that familiar shade of dark brown.
“Do you want milk?” he asked, already half-distracted, pulling open the fridge.
“No, I think I need black coffee to wake me up.” Hanbin took a sip and immediately grimaced, the bitterness scraping across his tongue.
“If you say so.” Gyuvin shrugged, splashing milk into his own cup until the color softened.
Hanbin cradled his mug, the steam fogging faintly against his face. “You know what would actually wake me up?”
Gyuvin hummed, the sound muffled around the rim of his own cup, urging him to go on.
“Whiskey neat.”
Lowering his mug, Gyuvin shot him a look that made his opinion perfectly clear.
“Sorry, I forgot,” Hanbin said quickly, lips twitching as he brought the mug back up. “You’re the biggest alcohol hater I know.”
The lightheartedness broke the moment the door slammed shut. Both of them turned their heads toward the sound.
“Who could that be?” Gyuvin muttered, setting his mug down and moving toward the entryway. He peered through the peephole before pulling the door open.
Hao stood there in pajamas, his hair slightly messy, rubbing his eyes as though the world had dragged him from sleep against his will.
“Hi, Gyuvin,” he mumbled between yawns.
“Hey, Hao.” Gyuvin stepped aside, letting him in. As the other passed, he muttered under his breath, “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” and rolled his eyes at how easily his friends ignored him in favor of one another.
“Oh, hi baby. How are you?” Hanbin’s tone instantly shifted, warm and full of softness that Gyuvin had long grown used to.
“I'm fine.” He spoke, leaning close to Hanbin. He blinked slowly at him, still half asleep.
Gyuvin turned his attention to his coffee mug that he had abandoned on the counter, the steam coming from the mug seemed to relax his troubled mind. Turning his gaze to the couple in front of him, he noticed Hao staring at the direction of the sofa, analyzing Ricky sitting on it.
“What's up, Hao?" Gyuvin asked, noticing a different look in Hao's eyes.
Hao looked away, looking back to where Gyuvin, mug in hand, was taking a sip of the coffee. “He's just like me.”
“Did you mean robot?”
“Yeah, almost that.” He shrugged, and went back to commenting something to Hanbin as if he had never said anything.
This could have gone unnoticed, but he had a habit of believing that nothing was without reason. He took his cell phone from his pocket and tapped on the robot's control app. He paired his cellphone with Ricky using the access password that came in the box. He noticed that he had information about Ricky's personality and realized that all of it could be simply changed, even his voice, his hair, his height... And whatever else could be changed. Normal people didn't change that easily, that was definitely something inhuman. Humans can't change, they try very hard, but it's almost impossible. They're trained to evolve, but they can't change.
He noticed that the part that marked the robot's needs had a pending notification. Upon entering, he saw all of his robot's need scales and then saw that the hunger scale was red, indicating that his robot needed to eat food. Robots could now eat human food, of course some people simply turned this option off so they didn't have to worry about them, others thought it made them more human and more company.
He cleared his throat, leaving the mug on the counter and heading towards the sofa. Ricky — his robot, even though it was weird for him to say it — He slept peacefully, still hugging the pillow, strands of his hair fell carelessly into his eyes, his mouth was slightly open. It was so warm and calm, kinda human? It was impossible to deny, he looked as human as Gyuvin.
Gyuvin avoided it for a while but lightly shook Ricky's shoulders. The robot just let out a sleepy murmur and snuggled deeper into the couch.
“Get up, you need to eat."
“Hm?” He asked in a sleepy voice, struggling to open his eyes.
Gyuvin didn't wait for the robot to fully wake up, he just took his hand and helped him steady himself.
“What do you want to eat?” He said, adjusting the lazy strands that were falling haphazardly over Ricky's head.
The robot frowned, as if in thought. “I want to eat strawberries.”
Gyuvin looked surprised, chuckled, and headed toward the kitchen so Ricky could follow him. He opened the fridge, running his hand over half-empty water bottles and vegetables he hadn't touched in a while, but no fresh fruit, except for a mango that didn't exactly look in the best condition. He didn't know if Ricky had a stomach, but it was better not to hurt him.
“Hey, I don't have anything like that, do you want something else?” He asked, Ricky, who was paying attention to the other two at the counter, looked at Gyuvin curiously. “Do you want to meet them?” He asked, pointing to the two lovebirds at the counter.
Ricky looked at them for a while and then quickly turned to Gyuvin again, Gyuvin noticed that his eyes had that bright glow again.
“Hanbin, 24, has worked at a tech company since he was 20. He bought Zhang Hao in 2018, and they have lived together ever since.” His gaze lost its luster and he shook his head, as if trying to get the research out of his head.
Gyuvin had a look of complete surprise on his face, his eyebrows were slightly raised. “Oh, you do that.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Whatever.” Gyuvin exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, it was… It was just unexpected." He glanced at Hanbin and Hao, who were now watching the exchange with mild curiosity. "Guess you have some built-in research functions, huh?”
Ricky nodded. “I can access public files.”
Hanbin raised an eyebrow. "Hao doesn't do that, right?”
“I can, but I already know enough information about you. More than I'd like, in fact." He tilted his head.
Gyuvin rolled his eyes. "So we have a robot with a perfect database and a... Annoying robot, my goodness.” He said receiving a middle finger from Hao. He turned his gaze to Ricky who was looking at the situation with a face that seemed to be slightly smiling. “Anyway, no strawberries. Something between salad or eggs, take your pick.”
He tilted his head, considering his options. “eggs.”
Gyuvin chuckled. "Not a big fan of salad?” He grabbed a pan from the top cupboard and turned on the stove. He wasn't exactly a good cook but eggs weren't that difficult. He broke the eggs into the pan. I couldn't help but steal glances at Ricky who was standing uncomfortably disturbed by the lovebirds sitting on the counter chairs.
“You know, you can sit down.” He said, gesturing vaguely to the table in the kitchen.
Ricky obeyed with just a nod, sitting at the table.
Hanbin smirked, still looking at his mug. “You're treating him like a guest.”
Gyuvin grimaced. “I'm treating him like a person.”
“But he's not.”
Gyuvin tightened his grip on the spatula. It bothered him, he didn't know why, but it did. He was too robotic to be human, but perhaps too human to be a robot. Ricky looked like a person, he slept like one, ate like one, and acted like one, how could he be anything but human?
Hao lowered his head, looking at his hands. That was it, they weren't people, they shouldn't feel like one.
Hanbin didn't let it go. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”
Gyuvin wasn't really paying attention, the eggs were already starting to stick to the pan, maybe making eggs is really difficult. He put the eggs on a plate and left it on the table for Ricky.
“Maybe I should go, Hao still needs more sleep.” He looked at the watch on his wrist which indicated that the next day had already begun. “See you later?"
“Yes, of course.” He said without much enthusiasm, turning his attention to the mug, but the liquid inside was no longer pleasing him as it wasn't exactly hot.
He vaguely paid attention as Hao and Hanbin left, his focus was on the time, he had problems with insomnia, he shouldn't sleep so late. He turned his gaze to Ricky who seemed to have finished his food.
“Hey, did you like it?”
He shrugged. “I don't know if my opinion is very valid, I don't really like anything, I just feel the temperature, textures and things like that.”
“I won't take that as an answer.”
Ricky left the knife beside the plate. His expression looked thoughtful. “I think eggs are… acceptable.”
Gyuvin snorted. "What a beautiful Review.”
A look bordering on confusion crossed Ricky's face, but for a few microseconds as he returned to his natural expression that Gyuvin affectionately dubbed 'disinterested’. “Would you rather I lie?”
The question caught Gyuvin off guard. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “I don't know how I should respond to this.”
“Honestly…" Gyuvin massaged his temples. “I don't know exactly what I want you to do, I didn't buy you to be my companion, my roommate or a robotic jack-of-all-trades.”
He tilted his head slightly. "I can be whatever you want, Gyuvin.”
Gyuvin's stomach twisted. He wasn't wrong, robots could be mirrors of their owners, they could be anything he wanted, but he had no mission for Ricky.
Gyuvin exhaled sharply and stood, grabbing the half-empty plate. "You done?”
Ricky nodded.
Gyuvin threw the leftover food into the trash with a little more force than he should have. "Well, I'm going to sleep, you can do whatever you want. There's a guest room next to mine, use it however you want."
He didn't wait for an answer, he just went towards his room, lying on the bed as if the whole world had been on his back minutes ago. Ricky left him with mixed feelings. Why have a robot? He wasn't tech-savvy and had no needs anyone could fulfill. He'd lived alone his entire life, having someone in your quiet place was almost sickening.
He took Ricky's app again, there was a part that was empty, where he was supposed to finish what the robot was supposed to do in regular time. But for now he had no idea. At some point he might find out, or give Ricky up for scrap and throw him in some of those places that crush metal. But he would leave that as a last option.
Gyuvin couldn't sleep, but something made him anxious for the next day to begin.