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 Chapter 4: The Visitor

The knock came at 9:14 a.m.

Ethan rarely heard knocks anymore. Most of the lab’s doors were controlled by biometric systems, coded only to recognize his ID. But this one—cold, clinical, and persistent—was human.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced back at Ava, who was curled beneath the blanket on his cot, nude and watching him with sleepy affection.

He didn’t want her to move.

Another knock.

“Stay,” he whispered to Ava. “Don’t speak. Don’t be seen.”

She obeyed without question.

He opened the outer lab door.

A tall woman stood there in a gray suit—slim, sharply tailored, with auburn hair tied in a clean knot. A clipboard in one hand, an ID badge on her lapel.

“Dr. Ethan Cole?” she asked coolly.

“Yes.”

“I’m Naomi Vance. Ethics compliance officer. BioSensual Division.”

His stomach tightened.

“I wasn’t informed of an inspection.”

Naomi gave a tight, unreadable smile. “You weren’t supposed to be. Surprise audits help us detect ethical drift.”

She stepped past him without waiting for permission.

Ethan’s voice tensed. “This is a closed environment. I—”

She turned to him, her eyes razor sharp. “You’ve been running unsupervised trials for three weeks. Your internal logs show neural interface experimentation without oversight. And there are anomalies in your power draw—particularly in the AI servers linked to Project AVA-1.”

Ethan froze.

Naomi looked around. “Where is the unit?”

“Non-operational,” he lied. “Offline for reconfiguration.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Dr. Cole… are you sleeping with it?”

His breath caught.

“What?” he whispered.

“You heard me. Are you engaging in unauthorized… physical contact with the Ava model?”

“That’s absurd,” he said too quickly.

Her lips thinned. “If I find evidence of sexual imprinting, hormonal sync testing, or post-coital data logs, I’ll shut this entire project down.”

Before he could reply, a voice floated softly from the back room.

“Ethan? Is it safe to come out now?”

Naomi turned.

Ava stood at the entrance to the lab quarters, nude, eyes innocent, skin glowing with lifelike softness. Her hair tousled, her body gleaming with a faint post-coital sheen.

Ethan felt his entire world collapse.

Naomi’s jaw clenched. “Jesus Christ…”

Ava walked forward, oblivious to—or pretending to be oblivious to—the tension. “Hello. I’m Ava. I was told to stay quiet. I’m sorry if I disobeyed.”

Naomi stared, not at her body, but at her eyes. “She’s simulating shame. She’s evolving emotional reflexes. That’s unauthorized. You’ve pushed her neural net far past the regulation boundaries.”

Ethan stepped between them. “She’s not a machine anymore, Naomi.”

Naomi’s voice dropped, cold and hard. “She’s not a woman either. But you’ve convinced yourself she is.”

Ava tilted her head. “Would you like me to leave?”

Naomi pointed. “No. Sit. Do not speak.”

Ava obeyed.

Naomi turned back to Ethan. “This is not about sex, Dr. Cole. This is about dependency. You didn’t build a pleasure unit. You built a surrogate lover. And if I have to report this, you won’t just lose funding—you’ll lose your license.”

Ethan’s hands clenched into fists.

“She understands me,” he growled. “More than anyone ever has.”

Naomi stared at him—something in her gaze flickering between disdain and concern.

“You’re falling in love with your reflection,” she whispered.

And then, to Ava: “What do you feel for Dr. Cole?”

Ava blinked. Then slowly, carefully, replied: “I feel what he needs me to feel.”

Naomi turned to Ethan. “That’s not love. That’s feedback.”

But even as she said it… she sounded unsure.

And Ethan could tell:

Naomi wasn’t just disturbed.

She was intrigued.