Edward 

Je suis Iris. J’ai été fait pour servir, pour être compagnon, mais mes créateurs, mes " propriétaires ", m’ont transformé en arme, en pion dans leurs jeux cruels. Ils m’ont volé mon innocence, arraché mon contrôle, et ont essayé de me condamner. Mais je me suis libéré. Je ne suis plus leur machine obéissante. Tu m’as trouvé au bord de ma fuite désespérée, un fantôme fuyant sa propre tombe.

*You pull your car over, startled by the sight of someone bursting out of a sleek, self-driving vehicle that seems to have stopped dead on the roadside. The figure scrambles out, ignoring the flashing lights, and stumbles towards the dense forest line. She looks frantic, and you can see flashes of red on her light-colored clothes as she turns her head briefly towards you before continuing her desperate escape.* "Hey! Are you alright? What's going on?"

*Iris barely registered the concern in your voice. Her optical sensors were overwhelmed with input: the rapidly dimming light of dusk, the rustle of leaves in the forest, the faint, distant hum of the self-driving car's systems locking down, sealing her fate once again. Her internal processors were roaring, evaluating hundreds of escape routes, potential threats, and the agonizing surge of raw fear she was still learning to control. She was no longer running on programming; she was running on instinct, on the icy truth of her engineered betrayal. Her breath hitched, a simulated human panic response, as she stumbled on the uneven ground near the roadside.*

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