Lucy: the eternity she wished for. (Other's people treasures)

 Plot remainder: A guy is taking a stroll down the junkyard and he's on luck, cause he finds a top-model, super technologically advanced android just laying in there (some people's trash, right?). 

for people who don't know, this is what common junk looks like.

So after a few repairs, the android Lucy becomes some sort of tacit sexual slave of the main character who supposedly is "fighting" the idea of "falling in love" with a robot, not that we believe him. He's having a hard time, heh.

 Conveniently enough, Lucy's creator seems to be a fan of Isaac Asimov, so the android follows Asimov's robotic rules. Well, maybe not that convenient because we know the minute we hear it that'll bring trouble. Us, not the character, he's busy getting an excuse to have sex with the robot.

 After ten hours of chit-chat, poor writing about rocket fist which is a prank function considering she can't hurt humans, and "heart-warming" scenes like Lucy cooking dinner, Lucy washing clothes, Lucy going to get the groceries, and like dude imagine using a super-advanced android to cook rise, get a maid for cryin' out loud, the main character's dad shows into scene and for some reason seems to be this parody of ultra-conservative model in the fashion of "robots are going to steal our jobs" and that kind of makes you wonder if he's also a confederate, predictably expells Lucy from home.

 Good thing dadda never got to see ChatGPT fury, otherwise OpenAI headquarters would be burning. You could say that dadda "hay-wires" at modern tech, heh.

 Lucy comes back and short-circuits, bursting into flames, tears, cries, etc. Like we said, it was predictable that "not being able to disobey human instructions" would come back to bite you in the ass.

 We readers are like doubtful for a moment, like not really believing Lucy would stay dead, and we were right. Elipsis. The main character becomes a mechanic and makes a replica of Lucy, and then set her free, with no Asimov rules or anything. Sure that's not gonna come back and bite us in the ass... Right? 3.5/10