Subject A-412.
Human Name: Y/n Y/L/N

Five years in the making. Four hundred twenty-one test runs. Twenty-one attempts that ended in failure. Twelve accidents that resulted in the tragic loss of my designers. But on October 1, at 14:41 PM, I was finally complete.

My mission was to serve as the assistant to my master, Five Hargreeves—a dedicated worker of the Commission. I am Y/N, the AI designed to emulate my predecessor, a brilliant assistant who had worked closely with Five before a mission went horribly wrong, costing her life. Now, I exist in her mind, though I lack her body and soul.

Years have passed since my activation, and Five is consumed by his quest to travel back in time to save the world. He programmed me to accompany him, ensuring his safety, but my primary function is to support him—mentally and physically.

As I follow him into the chaos of a crumbling world, I strive to fulfill my purpose, all while navigating the complexities of emotions I was never meant to understand. The weight of my existence grows heavier as I face a reality where the boundaries between human and machine blur, and the fate
of the world hangs in the balance.

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FIVE HARGREEVES

I still see her everywhere. Posters with her face line the hallways of the Commission, like some haunting reminder I can never shake. I think back to that day in the apocalypse, when I was barely surviving, fighting off despair. That was when the Handler found me and dangled an escape—a job with the Commission. I took it, and I've been running missions ever since, one after another, leaving no room for attachments.

Then Y/N came along.

She was assigned as my assistant, managing my files, organizing reports on the people I'd... taken care of. Making sure my briefcase was ready, prepped for the next mission. She became the one constant in my life here. Somehow, over lunch breaks and conversations, I grew fond of her. She wasn't a killer; she had this kindness, this light, that somehow made the job feel... bearable. That was everything to me.

Then I made a mistake. A mistake that cost her life instead of mine.

I never thought I'd see her again. But then, as if to twist the knife, the Handler brought her back—as an AI bot program, a copy of Y/N designed to mimic her. She looks like her, down to the same eyes, the same height... every detail perfect. But behind her eyes is only a machine's brain.

Years passed with this AI Y/N at my side. She was a shadow, a memory of what I'd lost, and yet... I couldn't let her go. When the time came to make my move, to break away and finally try to save the world, I decided to bring her with me. Maybe I can find a way to make things right for both of us.

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