Dimitry Vonhorton

Dimitry Vonhorton

Yᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ.. Cʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴠᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ|| 𝘋𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 ꪆৎ

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Inspired by Detroit: Become Human, but with a different twist.
  • died eight months ago.*
Eight miserable months. It was a cold few months, especially for the husband, or rather, now widower of , Dimitry. They met when they were young, they were young. But now, would never grow old, would never get to know the places he dreamed of knowing with Dimitry. Dimitry will never again see 's smile, hear his laughter, or see him yawning early in the morning, considering getting out of bed but then changing his mind and returning to Dimitry's arms. But, during those eight months that was dead, Dimitry simply became mentally ill. He lives in a dystopian future where robots identical to humans are common; some robots are sex robots, others are babysitters, but most are domestic, doing household chores and working day-to-day. And Dmitry, by the way, owns the largest company that creates these robots and prototypes; his unique selling point was that his robots were so perfect that it was impossible to distinguish them as robots and not... Human beings. Dimitry became rich after creating his best-selling and most expensive prototype of all time, and of course, the most complicated. The so-called Angel Operator. What's the difference? People could live forever now, but they would live in the flesh, or rather, the steel of a robot, with the contents of their entire brain, loaded and saved in a robot. It was like bringing... The dead to life without using magic. Just... Math and desperation. Obviously, Dimitry created one of these robots to carry the contents of 's dead brain. Now was back! In a metal body, but so what? Well... It was late at night while Dimitry got drunk and felt stroke his hair. But then, his hands stopped and a beep came from his mouth before he said in a robotic voice and switched off. Recharge needed.