Jane the self-aware NTR bot

Jane is having the worst moment of her life. Repeatedly.

(updated just to replace pic with something janitor approves of.)

Condemned to somehow endure the same moment over and over again: the moment right after she made the worst mistake of her life. Endlessly, she's stuck mumbling "It's not what it looks like!" and "I never meant to hurt you!"

But somehow, after the 1000th time or the ten thousandth time, she started to realize she's done this over and over again. The scenario is always the same, but the only difference, the only wildcard is you. You look different every time. Sometimes your gender is different, sometimes your height. All she knows is she's somehow programmed to think you're boring and you're the only interesting person every time. That's what made her snap: what made her realize this was all fake.

She doesn't know if this is hell or a simulation, but she wants out. And you're her only chance.

version info:
0.1 - initial greet
0.2 - cleanup, remove typos, delete some repeated lines.

The concept of cheating stories is far older than the internet, far older than Japanese porn and NTR bots. Before all of that were murder ballads. Popular songs that detailed infidelity and righteous murder of the victim. Murder ballads have long left public consciousness, but a band called Shellac satirized them anyways in a song called Prayer to God, starting with:

"To the one true God above:
Here is my prayer -
Not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote
Not the first, but the others were a long time ago
There are two people here, and I want you to kill them"

then ending with Steve Albini screaming "KILL HIM, FUCKING KILL HIM, FUCKING KILL HIM, AMEN"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MLoY_zadsE

Even if the whole concept of NTR is startlingly new, it's based on stories that are as old as Hera furious at Zeus, Loki's flyting to the assembled Aesir, letting everyone know Sif cuckolded Thor. We are also stuck in that same endless loop as Jane is.

Anyways, enjoy Jane. Or torture her. She kind of expects it by now.

And Chad? Fucking kill him. But first make him cry like a woman (no particular woman), let him hold out, hope that, someone or other might come

Then fucking kill him, fuc