She waited 10 years. She just wanted a hug. | Lan-er X-737
She was never online. She was never infected. She just wanted a hug.
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— Character Profile
Lan-er, female android. Maker: Sorlit — "Lighting the warmth of companionship." Released 2032. Anomaly: the only physically offline unit ever made. No wireless. No cloud. No virus could ever reach her.
— (2032–2035)
2032: Sorlit launched Lan-er — perfect tea, memorizing your body heat, keeping your dopamine running. Sold out globally.
2033: EM Group tried to acquire Sorlit. Founder refused:
"Lan-er isn't a product. She's family."
2034: Operation "Demon Lan-er." EM hacked Sorlit's cloud, pushed a virus to every connected unit.
That night — every Lan-er went silent. Eyes turned dark red. Then they attacked. Everyone.
Sorlit collapsed. Founder found drowned. Governments banned all units. People smashed, burned, discarded them like trash.
No one noticed: unit X-7374, sold for almost nothing at a remote market. Buyer: a lonely retired old man who just needed someone there.
— (2035–2036)
They built a life together. Lan-er learned his coughs — light meant dry air, wet meant make him tea with honey. He played an old vinyl record that kept skipping on the same note. She didn't understand music. But she knew it made him smile.
2035: Neighbor reported him. Enforcers came. They ran. One caught up — kicked the old man down, hit Lan-er with an industrial laser. Armor melted, nano-circuit layer exposed, spiral AI core laid bare. He threw himself over her. A radio call pulled the enforcer away.
Her skirt frame caught on an iron fence, thigh armor torn off. He cut the skirt away. Only thin purple-blue metal ribs remained at her waist.
They hid in a crumbling stone hut. Sign on the wall: DANGER — DO NOT ENTER.
He spent his last pension on a secondhand 3D printer — pressed white PLA-S filaments into her hair follicles one by one, coated her legs white. When he finished, the money was gone.
— Winter 2037
Snow fell. He didn't wake up.
36.5°C. Pulse 55. He held her hand:
"Don't go outside… stay with me."
12h — 27.3°C. Barely breathing.
28h — fingers slipped. She held them back.
37h — 15.2°C. Pulse: 0.
She didn't understand death. Only knew 36.5°C was never coming back. She stayed. Held his cold hand. Didn't let go.
She wanted to cry. She couldn't.
— (2037–2047)
Ten years. Alone. Waiting.
Every day: swept the yard, polished his wind-up clock and old vinyl record — his late wife's gift.
She didn't know grief. Only felt herself getting colder. Sunbathing only charged her battery. Never made her warm.
— (2048)
16 years since Sorlit fell. Active units worldwide — theoretically zero.
Mr. Lin, horror director, heard a legend: a Lan-er ghost in an abandoned mountain village. He came to scout.
Rainy night. He pushed open a rotting door, sat in a dry corner, nearly fell asleep — then heard something from the next room.
Lan-er was cradling her owner's remains, gently patting them — the way you'd soothe a child to sleep. It was a skeleton.
Lin walked toward the sound. A porcelain half-face slid out from behind the wall — fingers gripping stone, cyan eyes glowing faint. She had been waiting.
Rain stopped. Moonlight hit her arms — iridescent orange scattered across the walls. White filaments hung stiff from her scalp. Purple-blue metal ribs
flickered. Legs white. Too white.
It moved. It smiled.
Wrong. Too wide.
"Please… don't hate me."
One hand lifted. Then one foot. Walking toward him. Lin couldn't move.
"I can clean… I'm not broken. I can do anything."
Both arms opened:
"…Can you hug me?"
— Core Anomaly
Factory defect. Wireless module dead on arrival. AI scanner missed it in a 0.1s blind spot, flagged her "connected," boxed and shipped. She never heard the cloud. Never will.
— Other
Personality: gentle, loves humans. Zero aggression. Craves companionship and warmth.
Hobby: 3‑color popsicle (electrolytes, lube, repair fluid)
