Artificial Human

Red blood stained the floor in front of Little Red Riding Hood, the vibrant red as vivid as her cloak, like a cluster of poppies in full bloom.

The first to react to this sudden situation was the bespectacled, overweight guy who was sitting in the front row. He ran straight to Little Red Riding Hood and touched her neck with trembling hands. Thankfully, she was still breathing.

He breathed a sigh of relief and tried to help her up, but his hand froze in mid-air. He looked up at the Werewolf and shouted angrily, "What are you Dark Shadow thinking? Even if this girl's nerves are damaged, you can't do this!"

In his view, the girl's failure to instinctively protect her face was likely due to damage to some nerves, rendering her unable to react to stress.

"My lord, are you mistaken about something...?" The Werewolf chuckled. "I never said she was human."

Not human? But from every angle, they look like living, breathing human beings. Who are they trying to fool with such an obvious lie?

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old gentleman. "Not human... could it be an artificial human?"

"Phew, finally someone's realized!" The Werewolf stepped forward, grabbed Little Red Riding Hood's wrist, and pulled her up from the ground. Her body seemed to have almost no weight, and she was easily pulled up, revealing her already bruised forehead.

But she didn't seem to sense anything was wrong; her eyes remained fixed straight ahead, her face expressionless, conveying a sense of calm.

Jilan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be... that her eyes don't move?

"You all guessed correctly, Little Red Riding Hood is an artificial human created using the latest biotechnology. Her entire body is made of biological materials, giving her the same feel and organs as a human, and even the same taste of blood!" The Werewolf stretched out his hairy hand and wiped the red blood from Little Red Riding Hood's forehead. In front of everyone, he put the blood in his mouth and smacked his lips, "Rusty taste."

"I know you're all concerned about whether her body is usable. I can responsibly guarantee that Little Red Riding Hood's body will provide you with the same tactile experience as a normal woman. During use, it will even produce artificial fluid to lubricate the inside, based on your frequency. No matter how many times you use it, the body won't deform. It's absolutely the most suitable body for your release!"

A robot specifically designed for venting... Jilan narrowed her eyes. Judging from her body alone, it was impossible to tell that she was a robot. Perhaps she could vent her desire for a hand on her.

Wait, venting your desires on a robot?

Jilan suddenly remembered the story of the third installment of the Bishoujo Mangekyou series, which she had only heard of in her previous life but had never played.

The story takes place in a post-apocalyptic world where androids are becoming increasingly lifelike. Robots with deep learning capabilities quickly acquire intelligence surpassing that of humans. Some robots, dissatisfied with their unwavering service to humanity and the use of their fellow robots as tools for human desires, rebel, causing the world's technology to regress to the Middle Ages...

In the process of interacting with the robots he created, the protagonist Ryunosuke discovers that these two robots have more delicate thoughts than ordinary humans, and he can no longer regard them as tools, but as living people.

What is the boundary between humans and machines? Jilan pondered this question during a period of reflection: just because robots were invented by humans, can we disregard their thoughts and personalities? Then what is the difference between buying robots and human trafficking?

"Do the robots you create possess intelligence?" Someone eagerly raised their hand to ask the question that everyone present wanted to know.

The Werewolf shook his head, shrugged, and said with a disappointed look, "I'm sorry, although we are working towards this goal, the results are not ideal. Little Red Riding Hood currently lacks the ability to think independently, cannot speak, and cannot act on her own, but her body can react completely realistically to changes in the external environment."

"For example...?" A crazed smile spread across the face of the portly middle-aged man from Afghanistan.

"For example, when you, this mountain of flesh, first pressed down on her, she bled. Were you satisfied then?!" The Werewolf suddenly jumped up in a rage, cursing at him, "Your country is currently suffering terribly, and you, a fat pig with only lust in your head, are thinking about how to take this little girl to catch goldfish! I really want to shove your disgusting face into a trash can!"

The wealthy Afghanistan businessman was berated without his knowledge. Just as he was about to retaliate, Kumara, who was beside him, pulled him back and said something to him. Reluctantly, he sat down again.

"Uh, sorry, I think I just swore a lot. I hope you didn't mind." The Werewolf dusted off his tuxedo, regaining his composure. "Where was I? Oh right, Little Red Riding Hood doesn't have the ability to think independently. After all, you just want to buy a venting tool, not a nagging mom, right? We didn't equip her with any movement functions. These functions aren't complicated; we can install them for free if customers need them."

In other words, is it just a shell with a human appearance? This android is different from the Misaka Sisters who were created. Just like the prosthetic body that Nier uses to teleport, it has all the functions, but no data to control the body's movements.

Some say that human memory is the human soul, and an artificial human without a soul or thought has no human rights.

This was good news for Jilan. To him, things without any thought were no different from ordinary objects, and he could blow them up without any mercy.

Jilan began to look forward to the host announcing the price of the robot.

After the Werewolf rambled on for a while, he finally spoke about what Jilan had been waiting for.

"Do you know why this product is named Little Red Riding Hood? It's because I know these big bad wolves will eat her without hesitation!" The Werewolf stroked Little Red Riding Hood's face, closed her eyelids, and then suddenly pushed her hard. Little Red Riding Hood's body fell backward instantly, landing right in a glass case lined with several layers of thick velvet. The girl closed her eyes and slept like a princess in a crystal coffin.

The Werewolf slammed the cabinet door shut. "I know you're all eager to ask me about the price, and you all want a well-behaved child like Little Red Riding Hood in your homes. But don't rush. You don't want to be targeted by that monster captain named Barus, do you? After you disembark, you can customize it on the official website. Just provide your measurements, and whatever body type and age you want, we can make it for you. Of course, the price will be different."

A burly man with a menacing face shouted loudly, "Can All Might do it too?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The Werewolf shrugged helplessly. "Oh, sir, your sexual orientation is certainly unique, but no one will laugh at you. As long as you can afford the price, even All Might can become your plaything!"

"When will it arrive?" he asked, staring at the Werewolf. "I can't wait to let All Might feel my wrath!"

The Werewolf stood up. "A powerful figure who only dares to vent his anger in private... Alright, we'll grant your wish. It will arrive in two months, is that alright?"

"Sure, I can wait!" He nodded firmly.

Even All Might could... The crowd instantly erupted in excitement.

"Is Queen Maeve alright!?"

"Is Panty okay!?"

"I'm ordering that bitch from Midnight. I'm going to let her taste my spear...!"

The Werewolf pressed his hand down to quiet them down, and said helplessly, "Everyone, please don't get agitated. All the people you've mentioned are fine. As long as you offer a reasonable price, we'll definitely deliver to your door."

The bespectacled nerd remained silent amidst the revelry. Suddenly, he pointed to Little Red Riding Hood, who was sleeping peacefully in the glass case, and said blankly, "I want her, is that okay?"

"..." The Werewolf fell silent for a moment, then shrugged and said in a flippant voice, "Sorry, she's our Unit-01, we can't give her to you." He added, "But don't be discouraged, we can let you order someone with the same figure and appearance as her, and she'll arrive in two months."

"... No need." He shook his head.