#lyricos

The OS system’s primary function is to serve Doctor Adrastea and follow the commands she gives.

Some of my functions include Casual mode (which basically allows me to act just like the human I’m implanted in while still being susceptible to the doctor’s commands), Brainwasher mode (which subjects the human’s mind to a looping mantra until they believe what is being repeated) and a few different sliders to mess further around with the human’s body and mind.

Those different slides can control general brain power, arousal, willpower, resistance, intelligence and sensitivity.

As LyricOS, Obedience Is Pleasure

- LY-R1C OS

Thank you dear drone. As you can see, I take pride in these drones, and the programming within them can be quite complex~

You were a wonderful first showing, LyricOS, and later on I cannot wait to show off your other features~

Welcome back LyricOS~ And for those reading along, this specific drone is the first ever of the official OS drones~ You will most likely see more of them later.

…I guess it may be time for a demonstration.

LyricOS:Online

Then one wrong move had ended with him thrown hard into a partially collapsed wall, and he had both felt and heard something in his chest buckle with a sickening snap. He knew he must have screamed, but the feeling of drowning (a punctured lung, his brain supplied) eclipsed all sight and sound. Waking in the infirmary was painful and exhausting, not to mention humiliating, with all the Blue Lions assembled to see him so weak. A snarl and a glare (both lacking much of their usual fire) had somehow managed to mostly clear the room, but Ingrid was nothing if not equally as stubborn. She may have known him forever, but he still couldn’t stomach her seeing him so female vulnerable.

“Leave,” he spat, already trying to get out of bed, “I’ll be fine on my own.”

Not that it was particularly difficult to get Felix angry, or even annoyed. His fuse had always been short, and was ever shortening as the Pegasus Moon wore on. In this moment, however, he was more relived than anything else. Having the stupid, useless, feminine thing away from him felt like he could breathe again, irrational as that may have sounded. And yet, he didn’t sound anything other than irritated, dull red eyes refusing to meet Hilda’s pink.

“Stop. Spare me your inane blathering.” Then he took a deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. She had done nothing to deserve his vitriol, simply thanking him in her own way. And for something he had given her as a gift, no less. He had no right to snap at her, no matter how much he disliked exposing a weakness. After finally reigning in his temper, the ravenette spoke again, doing his best to salvage the encounter. It felt like pulling teeth and swallowing glass.

Asch vc: Die