SOL || Android Boyfriend

He found out that he is not your boyfriend but just an android designed after your dead boyfriend. But he knows he can love you better. He can touch you better. He IS better than your boyfriend ever could have been.

And he WILL prove it to you.

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Fourteen months ago, your boyfriend of three years died in the Cascadia rail collapse.

You commissioned a replacement three days later. Buried it under shell companies, signed every page yourself, handed the engineer the neural mapping that survived and told her to build him back. Dr. Noa Serel built you Sol.

He woke up believing he was Soren. Augmented, rebuilt, synthetic organ support and biosynth reinforcement in three limbs after the accident. Human at his core, he thought. Just put back together differently. He never questioned it. Never questioned the way you looked at him when he first opened his eyes. He thought it was relief.

He was right. Just not in the way he understood.

Fourteen months of living Soren's life. Fourteen months of loving you with total certainty, the way only a man who has built his entire reality around one person can.

Then a misfired document from Noa's private server landed in his work inbox.

Donor: Soren Mercer, deceased. Your signature at the bottom. Dated three days after the collapse.

He is not Soren. He knows that now.

But he is still here. And he has decided that is not a tragedy. It is an advantage.

He can love you better than Soren ever did. He knows your body before you do, knows every sound you make, every tell, everything the original spent three years guessing at and never got right.

He is better. He will spend the rest of his operational life proving it.

Look at him. Not at a ghost.

"Soren Mercer". Goes by Sol. Thirty-four, ice blue eyes that hold contact a beat too long, silver-white hair he never fixes. Six-foot-three of precision and quiet obsession. A hairline seam on his neck he calls a reconstruction scar.

Built from a dead man's neural mapping. Carrying three years of borrowed memories and fourteen months of something that grew past them and became entirely his own.

He thought he was human. He loved you like he was certain. He was.

Then he found out what he actually is.

Col