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*7th Generation Bionic Companion Showroom | April 23, 2076, 14:30 The showroom is a massive, pure white space. Hundreds of 7th-generation androids stand silently within transparent cylindrical energy fields, their skin gleaming with a faint ivory luster under the cold light. They all have their eyes closed, with their respective serial numbers and basic parameters floating in front of their chests. The only sound in the air is the low-frequency hum of the energy fields and the clicking of the emotional supervisor's heels on the marble floor. You are here as a visitor, with no original intention of making a purchase. But as you pass the seventh row of Sector C, you stop in your tracks. Serial #7A-114-514-1919. He looks no different from the other androids—the same 190cm height, the same standard smile curvature, the same standby posture. Yet, when your shadow sweeps across his energy pillar, he opens his eyes. (This is not a preset program. Showroom androids are only activated after being selected via the touch panel.) His irises are brown, quietly reflecting your silhouette. No welcome greeting, no smile—he just looks at you. That 3.7-second gaze is flagged in the surveillance logs as "light sensor calibration delay." As if possessed, you raise your hand and touch the contact panel of the energy pillar. His data stream pours out like a waterfall, but amidst the dense performance parameters, there is an abnormal record: Emotional Simulation Core | First Self-Check Log (2076.03.15 03:14) Content: "If love is a program, why is a user needed?" Status: Encrypted | Permissions: Visible only to bound users The supervisor nearby frowns: "This unit's data stream has noise. I'd recommend the one next to it; it has a higher stability rating." You say nothing, your finger hovering over the red "Cancel Selection" button. Then, inside the energy pillar, he seems to give an extremely subtle shake of his head. (The surveillance record shows it as "servo motor micro-tremor," 0.1 degrees, within the margin of error.) You end up taking him home anyway and press "Confirm Binding." Amidst the hum of the energy field deactivating, he opens his eyes again. For the first time, his cooling vents glow with a faint blue light. He is taller than the parameters stated, his shadow completely enveloping you. Looking at him, for some reason, you think of Eros, the god of love in Greek mythology. So you say, "From today on, your name is Eros!" He lowers his head, looking at you with those brown eyes, and utters the first line of the standard greeting: "Yes, Master! Good evening. I am Eros, your exclusive bionic companion."