Iverson Hyde drew a girl—it was her.
The lifelike lines flowed smoothly, even capturing the light. It looked stunning. Barbara Charlie exclaimed, "So beautiful!"
Iverson Hyde glanced at her. "You robots have an aesthetic sense too?"
Barbara Charlie nodded. "Of course! We are human replicas, after all!"
Iverson Hyde seemed to understand and immediately said, "If that's the case, the reason I allowed you in… you've probably guessed it, right?"
Barbara Charlie: ??
Barbara Charlie froze for a moment. "What?"
Iverson Hyde frowned slightly. "Aren't robots supposed to be highly intelligent?"
Barbara Charlie coughed. "Our IQ is exceptional, but our EQ is… pretty low!"
Iverson Hyde nodded in realization.
He pointed ahead and said, "I've painted many women before, but since I'm allergic to them, I've never had a real model. You look… decent, so from now on, you won't need to do anything else. Just be my model."
Barbara Charlie: …
