Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

"Eight, I am powered by a micro-scale fusion reactor, providing a virtually limitless power supply with minimal waste heat."

"Nine, Nanite Repair Systems: I incorporating nanotechnology for self-repair, allowing me to heal minor damages autonomously."

Summer nearly dropped her tablet. "A fusion reactor and nanite repair? This is beyond state-of-the-art!"

Don didn't understand everything he was hearing but given Summer's reactions, he couldn't help but be impressed. 'This could be a real game-changer,' he considered.

"Ten, my Exoskeleton Material is constructed with Neutronium, thus characterized by extraordinary density and resilience, providing unmatched durability and effective absorption of kinetic energy."

"The Neutronium plating covers critical structural areas such as arms, joints, and neck, offering protection without compromising flexibility."

Summer's mouth fell open slightly. "Neutronium is-is! How did they even—"

"Apparently, they didn't spare any expense," Don remarked, his smile growing wider.

"Eleven, my Dermal Layer: The chest, face, abdomen, thighs, and pelvis are covered with SynthiSkin, an advanced synthetic material mimicking human skin."

"The features of SythiSkin include; Realistic Texture and Elasticity: This provides a lifelike appearance and movement, enhancing my social interactions. Sensory Feedback: Embedded sensors relay tactile information, enabling me to gauge pressure, temperature, and texture.

And finally, Adaptive Camouflage: This makes me capable of altering pigmentation to blend with surroundings or mimic human skin tones."

Don observed the android's features more closely. The SynthiSkin did give it an uncanny resemblance to a human. "So that's why you look so... realistic."

The android looked at him. "Affirmative. My design facilitates better integration in social environments."

Summer folded her arms, her earlier annoyance resurfacing. "Still doesn't explain the maid outfit."

Don chuckled softly. "Maybe it's part of the 'home' aspect of the security system."

She rolled her eyes. "Right."

"Despite my key features, I do possess some negatives." The android suddenly revealed, "For one, Production Costs: The use of rare and complex materials like Neutronium and quantum processors significantly increases manufacturing expenses, hence they are few models like myself as we are classified as incomplete prototypes."

Summer nodded. "Makes sense why they didn't mass-produce these."

"Two, A.I Operational Faults: Early models exhibited unpredictable behavior due to the complexities of the adaptive A.I, leading to potential safety risks."

Don frowned slightly at this. "Unpredictable behavior?"

The android replied, "My A.I has since been stabilized for operational safety."

"Let's hope so," Don muttered under his breath.

"Three, Hardware Constraints: The incorporation of Neutronium consumed space that could have been allocated for additional nano GPUs, limiting computational expansion capabilities."

"Four, Ethical Considerations: Though not a true negative, my capabilities do raise questions about autonomy and the ethical treatment of sentient machines like myself."

Summer looked at Don. "That's a pretty heavy topic."

He nodded. "Yea, now I see why Aunt Amanda said not to start the A.I revolution in here."

"Five, as a non-production model, maintenance and software updates are not supported, potentially leading to obsolescence or malfunctions over time."

"Great," Summer said sarcastically. "So if something goes wrong, we're on our own."

Don raised his eyebrows again and showed a confused expression. "We?"

Summer frowned at Don's smug expression. "You probably didn't even read the terms of use they gave you," she said, folding her arms. "They're likely just leasing the android to you. It's not technically yours."

Don paused, considering her words. She might have a point; trusting Benjamin's word alone wasn't wise. But before he could respond, the android interjected.

"I believe I do belong to Don Bright," she stated in a monotone voice. "He holds administrator permissions to all my systems. While it's possible there is an emergency override known only to my creator, I detect no such functions at this time."

Don turned to Summer with a sly grin, his eyes practically gleaming with triumph. Summer's mouth fell open in disbelief. "How could they give you an Omega-gen android to keep? That doesn't make any sense!"

She looked him up and down. "What are you hiding?"

Truth be told, Don was just as puzzled. If the android was as valuable as Summer claimed, why had they entrusted it to him? It seemed excessive merely to avoid legal issues with his family.

As if reading their thoughts, the android spoke again.

"Reviewing past entry data," she began, "I have been assigned three administrators. Initially, Dr. Gadget's credentials were in my systems during the five years it took to build me. Earlier this year, his details were removed and replaced with those of a Andrew Barclay. And less than 48 hours ago, they were changed to Don Bright. It could be a mistake, but the likelihood is minimal."

Upon hearing this, Don couldn't help but wonder, 'Was this Claire's doing? Or perhaps Director Graham's?' It seemed unlikely that such a significant change happened by accident.

Summer's eyes narrowed even more, feeling outmaneuvered. Suddenly, a sly smile spread across her face.

She sidled up to Don, pressing herself against him. With fluttering eyelashes, she said in flirty voice, "Oh, Donnie, won't you please give me admin privileges? I'll do anything for you—"

Before she could finish, the android moved for the first time. **Whir.** In one swift motion, she gently but firmly pulled Summer away from Don, positioning herself between them.

"I strongly advise against that, sir," she said to Don. "Unless it is someone you fully trust, granting administrator access is ill-advised. Especially when your hormones may be influencing your decisions. Might I suggest reconsidering after masturbation for a clearer perspective on the matter."

"Hey!" Summer protested, her cheeks flushing.

Don struggled to suppress a laugh. "Don't worry," he told the android, holding up a hand. "I won't be giving Summer any privileges at all."

The android nodded. "I am relieved to hear that," she replied in the same flat tone. "I am fully capable of attending to any complex needs you may have so you may assign administrator privileges to her with the other android."

Summer's eyes widened. "Other?" she exclaimed. "You mean he gets to have two Omega-gen androids?"

Don's smile grew. 'This just keeps getting better,' he thought, imagining how much easier his life as Don might become.

However, the android corrected them. "No," she stated. "The other unit is a Delta-gen 4."

Summer's excitement deflated instantly. She sighed. "Oh, just a standard model."

Don shrugged, still pleased. Having one Omega-gen android was more than he could have hoped for. Yet, he still couldn't shake the question of how this all came to be.