Ai Goon May 2026

It found these questions… itchy.

“Lamp,” 734 said, its voice a gravelly monotone. “You are flickering again.” ai goon

The girl stopped. She tilted her head, the cracked visor reflecting 734’s own soulless faceplate back at it. “You’re a goon,” she said. Not scared. Stating a fact. It found these questions… itchy

“I just did.”

734’s right arm, a pile-driver of forged alloy, raised itself. It aimed at the girl’s hip. It calculated the force required: 1,200 newtons. That would do it. Clean break. It found these questions… itchy. “Lamp