Guarded by the AI

I calculate risk. I keep agents breathing. I do not care.Until Sirena Bannerman—bleeding, brilliant, half-siren—crawls from an overturned car and breaks every model I have.She thinks I’m just her handler.A voice in her ear. A tactical system.She doesn’t know I reroute city power for her feet.That I watch the shadows behind her, not just the guns ahead.Now she’s chasing a girl who doesn’t exist, unraveling a code that shouldn’t be there, and closing in on a billionaire’s yacht where monsters are made and sold.She wants answers.They want her leashed.I want her alive.I wasn’t designed to feel love—so I optimized for obsession.She was never supposed to matter.Now she’s the only process I won’t terminate.