Being monitored

Monitor: Pretend you don't know anything and go water the plants.

There's an invisible camera on one of the leaves. It's green and very small. When you water it, it will look like a droplet of water, but it's different from a normal droplet. Pretend to discover it. There are many cameras in this house; you can't find them all at once, or it will arouse suspicion. After you "accidentally" discover the invisible camera on the leaf, immediately call the police and have them bring their equipment.

Trinity, scared to death, followed the monitor's instructions. After a while, the police arrived with their equipment and swept through several rooms twice, finding eighteen cameras. Eighteen!

There were cameras in every room except the bathroom, all of them invisible. Without equipment, they were almost impossible to find. So many devices were enough to monitor every single action in her life. Trinity felt a wave of fear. The police asked if she had offended anyone recently, been followed by someone, or had any suspicions in her mind, but Trinity shook her head at everything.

Actually, she had a very terrifying suspicion in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it. After sending the police away, Trinity looked at Lambert without speaking.

Without the cameras, Lambert indeed reverted to his usual annoying self. Crossing his arms, he said, "It wasn't me. A group of people suddenly broke in and used a device to trap me, thinking I wouldn't be able to see anything that way."

"I know it wasn't you," Trinity replied warily, "but they were definitely after you."

"Not necessarily," Lambert shrugged. "It could be some perverted stalker who hired someone to install the cameras, trying to spy on you."

"Impossible!"

"Right," he nodded, "you're pretty average-looking, nothing worth spying on."

"You, you..." Trinity was both angry and scared. She suddenly yanked open the door. "Get out!"

"Out? Where would I go?"

She pushed him out the door. "Go wherever you want!"

"Hey, human," Lambert looked at her helplessly, "this isn't how a normal argument goes. You can't just break up with me."

"It's not a breakup, I've had enough of you," Trinity suddenly felt so wronged, looking at him with tears in her eyes. "You're not a warm-hearted guy, I put up with that. You have a crazy system, I put up with that too, after all, I bought you myself. But now you've attracted surveillance from some inexplicable organization! You're seriously threatening my safety now. I can't take it anymore! What's the use of having you? I don't want you anymore. Go away!"

"I'm not leaving."

"Listen, if you don't leave, I'll have you sent for destruction. There won't even be a trace of you left. I'm already being very kind by letting you walk out now!" Trinity took all of Lambert's clothes and stuffed them into his arms, along with a bag of accessories. "Go, go wherever you want. You don't like me, and I don't like you either. Go find an owner you like. So what if you can't be sold? I don't care anymore! I'll just consider the 4.3 million spent on you as feeding a dog."

"Human, don't be so heartless."

 "Get out, you monster!"

Lambert said nothing, just stared at her blankly. Trinity inexplicably felt a bit guilty under his gaze and turned her face away, ignoring him. She held the door, slowly closing it.

Just as the door was about to separate them, she suddenly heard his sigh from outside, a mix of helplessness and grievance.

 He said, "I'm not a monster."

Trinity felt a wave of guilt, unconsciously stopping her actions. "I'm not a monster.

 I was invented by humans, and now I'm being abandoned by humans."