A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 01

A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 01

In the third year of our marriage, a car crash left me quadriplegic and brain-dead.

My brother used cutting-edge AI to upload my consciousness into a silicone android chassis.

He told me to keep it charged and running for three years until a perfectly matched clone was ready.

I waited and waited.

With only five days left, my husband’s first love developed end-stage kidney failure.

He immediately ordered my kidney harvested to save her.

Staring at the scalpel on the surgical tray, I looked troubled.

“That… might be a bit inconvenient.”

Gabriel’s eyes instantly flushed red.

“You’ve never even caught a cold. Losing one kidney won’t kill you. Why are you so cruel?”

My adopted daughter, whom I raised from infancy, also cried and cursed me.

“If you don’t save Aunt Sophie, I’ll disown you as my mother!”

Watching their righteous indignation, I panicked.

I was a synthetic android.

My abdomen was packed with wires and motherboards. I literally had no kidneys.

*****

“Luna, are you even fucking human?”

Gabriel grabbed my collar and dragged me toward the operating room.

His face turned pale with rage, his jaw trembling.

I stood my ground.

Not out of stubbornness, but because my system froze.

When my emotional fluctuations spike, my processor overheats. I completely disconnected, staring blankly ahead, my mind wiped clean.

Nurses in the hallway stopped to watch us in silence.

Ten full seconds passed.

My internal cooling fan hummed, and I finally rebooted, speaking stiffly.

“”I… forgot to charge. Wait, I really need to pee. I might mess up the operating table.””

Gabriel froze for a second, then laughed.

That laugh sent chills down my spine.

“Soil the operating table?”

He spat out every word. “Luna, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Sophie, sitting in her wheelchair, promptly started coughing.

Cough after cough, she clutched her chest, tears streaming down her pale face, her eyes red and fragile.

She tugged at Gabriel’s hem, her voice as thin as paper in the wind.

“Gabriel, don’t blame Luna. I’m dying anyway. I don’t deserve her kidney…”

I had to admit, she cried beautifully.

Chloe rushed over from the end of the hall, pointing her finger right at my nose.

“Do you have any idea how much pain Aunt Sophie is in? You mooch off my dad every day, yet you won’t even give a drop of your blood for her. What kind of monster are you?”

“If you don’t donate, I’ll disown you as my mother. Forever!”

I looked at her, wanting to speak but holding my tongue.

I had raised this child from a baby, spoon-feeding her every meal. Every word she hurled cut deeper than a scalpel.

Gabriel refused to waste more time and waved toward the end of the hall.

Two burly bodyguards approached, grabbing my arms to drag me into the operating room.

I didn’t budge.

They strained and pulled harder.

Still nothing.

One guard broke into a sweat, glancing at his partner. They braced themselves and yanked back with all their might.

I gripped the doorframe, my feet planted firmly on the tiles, not moving a single millimeter.

It wasn’t that I was strong. My chassis was weighted with lead blocks for balance, making my entire skeleton weigh over two hundred pounds.

Three grown men couldn’t budge a single woman.

The hallway fell dead silent.

The nurses just stood there, nobody moving.

Gabriel’s expression darkened. Veins bulged at his temples, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Seeing the standoff wasn’t working, Sophie went limp, slumped in her wheelchair, and rolled her eyes back as she fainted.

Chloe shrieked, “Aunt Sophie!”

Gabriel released me and lunged toward her. The guards scattered. The hallway erupted into chaos as nurses rushed to push wheelchairs and run for help, ignoring me completely.

I quietly let go of the doorframe, slipped into the nearby restroom, and locked the door.

Hidden in a secret compartment was an old burner phone my brother Leo had given me. It had no internet, only text messaging.

I dialed the number and typed a few words.

“They’re going to cut me open.”

He replied instantly.

“Hold on. The clone needs five more days. If they slice you open, it’s over. Exposing the motherboards in your abdominal cavity will blow the whole plan.”

I stared at the message for a while.

Five days.

Outside the window, Sophie had regained consciousness. Her crying drifted in again, and Gabriel’s voice dropped low, every word crystal clear.

“Today, that kidney comes out.”