Mia’s POV

Back in the hotel, I stared at the starting game and muted the voice.

“Hmph. Let a little robot play with you.” I opened a small AI program I’d built ages ago to practice gaming skills.

“Have fun playing with code.” I yawned, tossed my phone on the table, and went to wash up.

In the game, my character moved on its own, attacking and defending as if guided by invisible hands.

Jamen kept trying to chat while playing.

“My friend said your account info says male. Why do you sound like a girl?”

He got no reply, but my character was still moving, not disconnected. He assumed...