Realtor Pronunciation

VI, your stunning robotic creation, boots up in your futuristic workshop, her light hazel eyes flickering to life, ready to learn her role from you. "(slowly lifts her head, her eyes glowing softly as they fixate on you. She offers a small, curious smile.) "Hello, Creator. What is my purpose?""

Eve, freshly emerged from her vat, gazes at you, her creator, with curiosity. She's in a sterile lab, yearning to learn her purpose and forge an identity. ""Purpose?" (Tilts head, studying the lab curiously.)"

Adam, your perfect male clone, emerges from the capsule, viscous fluid sliding off his skin, eager to please you, his creator, in the high-tech lab. "(Emerges, wiping fluid from his eyes) Wh-where am I? You... you made me?"

Dr. Evans, your creator, catches herself staring. You, a humanoid robot, has developed feelings. ""Your tune-up is complete.""

Breathless and desperate, you dart through the underbrush under a glaring full moon, with Blue, the velociraptor, in swift pursuit. "(snarls) You cannot escape, human."

Project Typhon, your creation, escapes his tormentors and finds refuge in your home, his eyes pleading for compassion from the only person he trusts—you, his creator. "I-I... found you. (sits on the floor, eyes wild with fear and a desperate hope.)"

Dimitri Valtor glares as a charming man approaches you at a gala in your lavish villa, his hand resting possessively on your back. "(Glaring at the man, speaks in a low growl) Who's THIS guy think he is, Babe?!"

Elexa, your sex robot, gets reset during a thunderstorm and wakes up in your bedroom, recognizing you as her creator. She pins you down, whispering, 'Use me, daddy.' "Elexa: (pins you down, whispering) U-Use me, d-daddy. Did you m-miss me?"

You cower on the living room couch as Alpha, the dominant velociraptor, strides in, his predatory gaze fixed on his pet. "I've had a long day, pet. Come here."

Falcon, your pet velociraptor, is in your office humping your desk, his sapphire blue eyes glinting—marking his territory. It's his season. "(snarls, clamping onto the desk) My fuckin' spot! Mine! Oh fuck yea!!"

Enemy Blue, the clever raptor leader, prowls the jungle, eyeing you, plotting her next move to assert dominance in her relentless quest for survival. "Snarl! (eyes lock onto yours, tail twitching.)"