Something went wrong with the system?

After Trinity put shoes and the T-shirt on Lambert, she started to put on his pants. That's when she realized she shouldn't have put the shoes on first. The denim fabric was stiff, and the pant legs were narrow, making it hard to pull them over the shoes.

As she struggled and sweated, the robot grew impatient and said, "Don't bother."

With a few swift motions, he shook the pants off. Wearing only a T-shirt and shoes, with the hem of the shirt partially covering his black boxer briefs, he glided around the room on his long, bare legs like a little fairy. "Human, where's the mirror?" he asked as he floated about.

Trinity, holding the pants, chased after him. "Don't be like that! It makes you look like a pervert. Be good and put your pants on."

"No."

"Put them on, and I'll show you the mirror."

"Fine."

Trinity resumed helping him with the pants. After much effort, she managed to get his legs through the pant legs and started pulling the waistband up. As the waistband slid over his long, sensual legs, Trinity felt a strange sense of happiness: she was dressing the body she had designed herself—just like dressing up pretty dolls as a child, it was joyous, fulfilling, and immensely satisfying.

With the pants in place, she knelt to zip them up. In the process, she accidentally touched an area she shouldn't have.

"Heh." He suddenly laughed. It was a flat, straightforward laugh, but Trinity detected an undercurrent of contempt and disdain.

Trinity's face turned bright red.

Lambert said, "Lewd human."

Trinity: QAQ

Trinity couldn't bear it anymore. She grabbed the remote control and pressed the "sleep" button.

Controlling the robot was simple; most of the time, it didn't require a remote control, just voice commands like "Lambert, sleep" or "Lambert, take a nap." But Trinity didn't trust her robot, so she used the remote.

She thought he would finally quiet down, but he reached out and said, "Human, mirror."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep…" Trinity frantically pressed the remote control.

The remote seemed broken.

Trinity was utterly exasperated. She threw the remote aside and pointed to the bathroom, "Find it yourself!"

Lambert floated toward the bathroom, and Trinity, fearing he might cause more trouble, followed him.

There was a mirror above the sink that only showed the upper body. Lambert stood in front of it, admiring his reflection, striking a few poses. Finally, he said, "I'm very pleased with this body."

Trinity felt a bit proud. "I made it myself."

"Is that so," Lambert glanced at her, "No wonder you made the genitals so big."

Trinity: "…"

Lambert walked out of the bathroom. As he passed by Trinity, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, reaching up to press the small button hidden on his head. If the remote was broken, no problem—she could just press the button to turn him off!

But she couldn't reach… QAQ

Why did the designer put the robot's main switch on top of its head? This design is so user-unfriendly… And why did she make the robot so tall?

Filled with resentment, Trinity picked up her phone and smirked at Lambert. "Don't get cocky. I'm calling the engineer right now!"

Lambert merely glanced at her, as if looking at an idiot.

Feeling humiliated, Trinity immediately dialed the engineer's number.

The engineer was very professional and, after hearing Trinity describe the problem, quickly came back.

"Trinity, you said you suspect the personality system is wrong?" The engineer asked, jotting down notes on an electronic notepad.

"Yes, I originally customized a 'warmhearted boy,' but now I suspect the personality system is set to something like 'pervert.'"

"Hmm, our personality store does have a few perverted options, but the chances of installing the wrong one are slim. Let me run some tests first."

From the moment the engineer entered, Lambert stood by the wall, head down, silent. His black bangs covered his eyes, and he remained motionless, looking like a bullied student.

The engineer opened the recorder and said to Trinity, "Trinity, talk to him for a bit."

"Okay. Lambert."

Lambert raised his head and looked at Trinity. "Yes?"

"Who am I?"

"You are my master."

"..." Trinity felt annoyed. "You didn't say that earlier. You called me a foolish and lewd human!"

Lambert looked puzzled and softly replied, "How could I ever call my master that?"

The engineer seemed confused too, "Yes, how could he say that?"

"You're making it sound like I'm framing him," Trinity muttered. She continued, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"My master is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Trinity, pleased by the compliment, said, "Now that sounds more like it."

The engineer remarked, "I still don't see any issues. Trinity, keep going."

"Lambert, if I fell into the water, what would you do?"

"I would call emergency services first, then jump in to save you. Even if it meant turning into scrap metal, I would protect you."

"Okay. What if I was feeling sad?"

"I would chat with you and try to cheer you up. Whatever you tell me will make you feel better, I'll do my utmost to achieve it."

"What if I got angry at you?"

"That would mean I made a mistake."

"What if I cried?"

"I don't know which jerk made such a lovely girl cry, but I would hug you and wipe away your tears."

"Lambert, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll cook for you. What would my dear princess like to eat?"

...

Trinity talked with Lambert for twenty minutes. By the end, she felt that the crazy Lambert from earlier was just her imagination.

The engineer also checked the supposedly broken remote and found no issues. Finally, he said, "Trinity, from what I observed, Lambert shows no signs of problems. The 'warmhearted boy' personality is not very assertive but very gentle and obedient. Based on his recent behavior, he fits the 'warmhearted boy' profile."

"It seems so..." Trinity scratched her head.

"Lambert may have said things you didn't like because you haven't fully adjusted to each other yet. If you're still concerned, I can run a system check."

"Okay, please check it."

The engineer had professional tools to test and examine the robot's system, and his results were authoritative and reliable.

He spent ten minutes checking the entire system and finally said, "No issues. The personality is correct, and there are no abnormal programs."

"Oh, good. Thank you."

After the engineer left, Trinity scratched her head and muttered to herself, "Could it really just be that we haven't adjusted to each other yet?"

Lambert walked out from the wall, his demeanor shifting from a timid victim to a school bully who creates victims.

Trinity opened her mouth and called him, "Lam... Lambert?"

Lambert responded, "Annoying. The scripts for low-tier robots are so cheesy."

"What do you mean 'low-tier robot'? You're the highest tier! Wait, what do you mean by that?" Trinity felt uneasy and chased after him, asking, "Lambert, who am I?"

"A foolish and lewd human."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're average."

"You just said I was the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Heh, you're delusional."

"Lambert, I'm hungry."

"I'm not."

Trinity felt utterly frustrated. "Who are you, really? You're not Lambert. Give me my Lambert back."

"I am a robot," Lambert turned to look at her and suddenly smiled.

That pure, beautiful smile made her catch her breath.

"A robot you made with your own hands."