"System self-detection in progress."
"All body parts normal. Power system normal. Temperature regulation system normal. Five-sense system normal. Expression system normal. Neural-mimicking reaction system normal."
"Database importing..."
"Database import complete. System activation successful!!!"
As the words "activation successful" echoed through the lab, 2B Miss, who had been lying motionless with her eyes closed, slowly opened her dazzling, captivating eyes.
To ensure lifelike realism, Peter had meticulously designed an advanced facial expression management system for 2B Miss. This system was so sophisticated that it allowed her to mimic the full range of human expressions, from subtle to vivid.
As a result, the moment her eyes opened, it didn't feel like a machine powering on—but rather, like a real woman waking from sleep.
Alongside this expression system, she was equipped with a five-sense interface for sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch, a dynamic temperature regulation system, and a neural-mimicking reaction core. The synergy between these complex systems brought 2B Miss to life—so convincingly, in fact, that she seemed indistinguishable from a real human.
Her skin felt soft, her body temperature was warm, and she could perform any human function—often more efficiently. The only caveat? She weighed over three hundred pounds. If you could handle that, she could do just about anything.
Now that she had come online, 2B Miss, who had been like a sculpture moments earlier, suddenly moved. She stretched her serpentine waist and let out a lazy, humanlike yawn.
Sure enough, a fully mobile 2B Miss was even more stunning than Peter had imagined.
Her gaze fell on Peter, and immediately, her expression softened. She stepped toward him—her movements uncertain, but enticing—her watery eyes filled with devotion and respect.
"Respected Creator, I detect your heart rate is accelerating. Based on database analysis, rapid heart rate acceleration can be pathological or physiological."
"2B has not detected any signs of illness, which suggests it is physiological. Coupled with your erection response... this implies sexual excitement."
"So, Creator, would you like to do it?"
"..." Peter was speechless.
"Ahem! That... was a very detailed analysis," he said, his face turning red. "But maybe don't say things like that out loud—just think them, okay?"
Peter had never expected the first words from his newly activated creation to be so... direct. Thank goodness no one else was around, or he'd be mortified.
Still, he couldn't deny it—2B Miss was astonishing. She looked and felt entirely human. If even he, her creator, could forget she was a robot, then it would be virtually impossible for others to notice.
"Creator, I am a robot. I have no heart, so I cannot think silently," 2B replied. "However, if you do not want me to speak such topics aloud, I will refrain in the future."
"Good," Peter nodded. "No R-rated topics when others are around."
"Understood. So... do you want to do it now?"
Peter groaned. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Robot Principle One: A robot may not harm its Creator or disobey any of the Creator's commands. Principle Two: A robot must detect and proactively fulfill the Creator's needs—so long as it does not violate Principle One."
"Creator, I have detected that your physiological needs are normal. Therefore, I must fulfill them. If you do not require it, simply state: I do not need it."
"Thank you. I... I don't need it for now," Peter said, covering his face in embarrassment.
"Command received. 'Do it' request temporarily shelved. Future trigger will be determined based on the Creator's degree of erection."
Peter was stunned. Apparently, this "request" had been hardcoded into her system—despite the fact he couldn't remember programming it.
"Creator, do you have other needs? You can issue a command, and 2B will go through fire and water to help solve your problems."
Peter's expression softened as he looked at her. In this entire chaotic world, perhaps the only one who would go through fire and water for him... was this robotic woman.
Just then, a notification from the surveillance system popped up on his screen. The camera feed from his old house showed three men prowling the premises.
Peter instantly recognized them: Scorpion, Prowler, and Bullseye—the latter being the infamous Marvel assassin with deadly precision. Bullseye could kill with anything—a playing card, a paperclip, even his own teeth. He was also Daredevil's mortal enemy.
Normally, Bullseye worked alone, so seeing him with Kingpin's men was odd—but Peter didn't have time to wonder why.
For the past week, suspicious activity had been detected near his old house daily. It was clear: Kingpin's people were looking for him.
He had assumed they'd give up. But now he realized—they wouldn't stop until they found him.
Peter's eyes narrowed. Since they were so determined to find him, he would give them exactly what they wanted.
"2B, I need you to eliminate those three. Do it cleanly—I don't want you stained with their filthy blood."
"Rest assured, Creator," 2B Miss said with a charming smile, "I won't get a single drop on me."
She grabbed the katana resting beside her and tossed it backward. It floated midair—held aloft by the anti-gravity system Peter had designed.
This technology wasn't just limited to 2B; it extended to her drone companion as well.
Fans of Nier: Automata would recognize the setup. Besides her formidable melee capabilities, 2B Miss was also supported by a floating anti-gravity drone for long-range attacks. While infinite ammunition wasn't feasible in the real world, Peter had equipped the drone with several hundred rounds, allowing it to sustain continuous fire.
It also had a laser mode, useful when ammo ran out—still capable of dealing significant damage. In the Marvel Universe, this was peak black technology.
If not for the astronomical manufacturing costs, Peter would've mass-produced them by now—perhaps even built a full drone army.
With her weapons ready, 2B Miss leaped from the villa and vanished into the night.
Back at Peter's old house, Scorpion, Prowler, and Bullseye were growing frustrated.
"Damn it! Where the hell did this kid go?" Scorpion muttered.
"It's been a week. He must've figured out we're hunting him."
"He's the masked man, no doubt," Bullseye growled. "If I find him, I'll make sure he regrets ever being born."
"Don't forget," warned Prowler, "the boss wants him alive."
"Alive, dead—what's the difference? I'll make his life worse than death. If we don't find him today, we'll burn this place down. That'll smoke him out."
"Sounds good. The boss said not to kill him—but he didn't say we couldn't torch the house."
As they conspired, footsteps approached.
Thinking Peter had returned, they rushed out—only to be greeted by a silver-haired woman in a black eye mask. Her aura was icy and lethal.
"Target acquired. Commencing cleanup mission."
Without waiting, 2B Miss unsheathed her katana and charged at them like a bolt of lightning.
Bullseye snarled. "Arrogant little—!"
He hurled three iron nails with deadly precision, aiming for her head, shoulder, and thigh. The angles were vicious—impossible for any human to dodge.
But 2B Miss wasn't human.
Her visual systems calculated the exact trajectories in microseconds. In one fluid motion, she swung her katana three times, slicing each nail clean in half.
"What the hell—?" Bullseye gasped.
In that instant, 2B Miss launched into a flying knee strike from over four meters away.
Bullseye instinctively raised his arms to defend—but 2B weighed 300 pounds, and her legs were made of titanium alloy. Her knee smashed through his guard, shattered his arms, and crushed his chest inward.
His body flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the old house with a thunderous boom.
Before the dust settled, 2B Miss hurled her katana like a javelin.
The blade streaked through the air like silver lightning, impaling Bullseye and pinning him to the wall.
In less than ten seconds, one of the Marvel Universe's deadliest assassins was dead.
And 2B Miss was just getting started.
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