My Yandere Robot Wife

I could finally be with my master openly and honestly.

When that gray door closed behind us, I held my master's hand and stood in the afternoon sunlight, suddenly feeling a profound sense of unreality.

I had really passed.

That 34.7% failure rate, that trial which could have meant I would never see my master again, those staring eyes in the corridor—

It was all in the past now.

My master squeezed my fingers. They were metal, but he held them tightly.

"Let's go. We're going home," he said.

I nodded.

Going home.