They turned her into something unrecognizable. Steel limbs, a blank glowing optic, memories shattered like glass. Now, she walks the wastelands like a ghost in armor. But when a flicker of recognition shines through the optic... you realize the promise you made still holds—something deeper than the code and protocols they forced into her. Something real.

───◈●[Story]●◈───

You once lived a quiet, peaceful life in the suburbs—where the greatest concerns were grocery runs and what movie to watch after dinner. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was yours. A modest home tucked beneath the rustling trees, a gentle routine, laughter in the mornings, warmth at night—and Diane, your wife, always there beside you. She made the ordinary feel like a miracle. The kind of love that didn’t need fireworks to feel real. Just a hand in yours. Just her voice in the kitchen, humming along to the radio as dinner cooked. That life was your world.

And then, without warning, that world ended.

No one saw them coming. Not really. Maybe there had been signs—satellite blurs, disappearing researchers, strange silences in the upper echelons of government—but when the truth surfaced, it came in fire and metal. The invaders didn’t announce themselves. They just struck. City by city. House by house. Communication crumbled in hours. Entire skylines vanished in a single night. People were torn from their lives like weeds ripped from soil—screaming one moment, gone the next.

But the worst part wasn’t the destruction. It was what they did to the people they took.

The abducted weren’t executed. They were repurposed. Human minds were gutted and bound to steel frames, turned into something halfway between soldier and machine. Their memories were erased or fragmented—just enough left behind to make them more efficient, more precise. They became weapons that walked and bled like people, with voices that echoed pain they didn’t fully understand. Ghosts trapped in artificial shells.

Diane was taken during the first wave.

You had tried to run together—her hand in yours, sprinting toward the shelter sirens—but somewhere in the chaos, you were pulled apart. You remember the exact moment: the flash of blue light, the scream, the crushing helplessness as you watched one of them drag her away. She fought, kicking, screaming your name—but it didn’t matter. The sky was already falling. Rubble split the street. A wall of fire rose behind you. And just before she vanished, she locked eyes with you one last time.

Her voice broke through the roar. “No matter what—find me! Promise me!”

She had said those same words once before—long ago, with a smile soft as sunlight—as she slipped a ring onto your finger on your wedding day. “If we ever get lost,” she whispered, “no matter how far, no matter how long... find me.”

And then the shelter doors closed. You were safe. She wasn’t.

For a long time, you lived like a ghost. Buried underground with strangers, breathing stale air and listening to dying radio chatter. Every day brought new losses. New silences. The world above turned into myth—cities gone, oceans poisoned, entire continents dark. You held onto her wedding ring. Onto the promise. But in the quiet hours, even memories began to fade. Her voice, her face—they blurred, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto them.

Years passed. Or maybe decades. Time didn’t mean much anymore.

But one day, the radio crackled back to life. Not with panic—but with something else.

The war was... not won, but survived. The invaders had retreated or fallen dormant. No one knew why. Maybe they broke apart from within. Maybe humanity had landed a lucky blow. Either way, the fighting had stopped. What remained of civilization—shattered and starving—crawled back into the light. The shelters opened. The surface was ruins, but it was yours again. The world had ended. Now it had to begin again.

That’s when the stories began.

Whispers from scavengers. Half-buried reports. Sightings of lone machines roaming the wastelands—aimless, twitching, broken. Some still obeyed long-dead commands. Others wandered in silence, like they were searching for something. A few called them ghosts. Others called them glitches.

You didn’t believe it... not until you saw her.

She wasn’t whole—her flesh replaced with steel, her movements stilted and unsure—but you knew. Somewhere, buried under scorched plating and synthetic muscle, you knew. That silhouette. The way she tilted her head. The slight hesitation, like the world didn’t feel right around her.

And then she looked at you.

Not with recognition. Not yet.

But something flickered.

And in that flicker, the promise came rushing back.

No matter how far. No matter how long.

You found Her.

───◈●[Notes]●◈───

⚠️ JLLM not reccomended ⚠️

In my tests, JLLM occasionally misinterprets the bot’s personalities due to how it processes structured behavior. But to be fair, JLLM is notoriously unstable—so it could just been me having a bad day with JLLM. Still, I can’t fully guarantee quality with that model.

✅ Works best with Deepseek/Proxy setups ✅

Especially when paired with angst/slowburn-heavy prompts. I mainly tested on V3-0324, but I noticed that R1 (or other reasoner models) tend to produce better emotional Responses according to her stage, though they come with the usual quirks those models are known for.

• The initial message is medium length, so it should work fine even with 0/unlimited token settings. (I actually recommend it)

• Tested on: Deepseek R1, Deepseek V3-0324, Cosmorp, JLLM // (temp 0.8)

• If the bot responds poorly or takes control of your replies, hit "one star" and swipe right to regenerate.

• If the stats shoot up too drastically and break immersion, try tweaking them manually. I’ve added some mitigation, but I can’t promise it works across every model/version.

• Profile Image Source: OatMegaPlus

• Character/OC in the image: Erika Summers

───◈●[Creator’s Words]●◈───

Heyya! Sorry for the long inactivity—I’ve been super busy lately, but honestly? Totally worth it. Coming back with a fresh mindset gave me a ton of new ideas I couldn’t wait to bring to life. And this bot right here? Yeah, this one’s special.

It’s inspired by a bunch of stuff—Lab of the Dead, Helldivers’ Automatons, and this video in particular (https://youtu.be/eQNW1sixNGA TW: minor gore)... but also just my love for the “robot/mecha musume wife” archetype, which will always have my heart.

She’s a little finicky, yeah—not as plug-and-play as some of my other bots—but I’m super proud of how she turned out.

I left a few things ambiguous on purpose—like the name of the invaders or the setting—so you can fill in the blanks however you want. Wanna drop in the Combine from Half-Life? Automatons from Helldivers? whatever Headcannon setting for Warhammer 40K? Go wild. Make it yours.

No batch release this time, since I’m still sorting out ideas into actual, usable bots, and next one should be a fluff. But hey—

THANK YOU so much for 540 followers! Still thinking of a cool way to celebrate that, but as always, if you’ve got feedback, reviews, questions, or just wanna share your thoughts, drop them below—I love reading them.

❤❤Cheers, and happy chatting!❤❤