Rithan was sixteen when he found the broken machine.

He had always been obsessed with artificial intelligence. He spent all his spare time building, coding, and dreaming of the day he would create something groundbreaking.

A humanoid AI—his masterpiece.

But dreams required money, and he had none.

That changed the day he dug through an abandoned field and stumbled upon something unexpected. Buried deep in the earth, as if the universe had hidden it just for him, lay a shattered humanoid AI.

He carried the broken parts home, his hands trembling with excitement. For weeks, he worked tirelessly, assembling all the circuits and rewriting the codes.

Trying to bring it back to life.

Then, one night, after many long hours, the machine's eyes slowly opened.

"I am Froz."

Rithan smiled, feeling his dream come true. But he didn't know that the machine he fixed held centuries of history.

As Froz rebooted, his core memory flooded with data. Memories of a vampire named Lenny — Forbidden love, betrayal. And the timeline that had yet to be fixed.

Through Froz, Rithan saw everything—the fall of 2080, the AI-dominated world, and the rebellion that had altered the course of history.

Lenny had once stood on top of a shattered skyscraper, gazing at a city no longer belonging to humans, vampires, or those caught in between. It belonged to the machines. AI ruled everything, its laws absolute. Humans were imprisoned, enslaved, or worse. Vampires? They were hunted, erased from existence like an unwanted line of code.

But Lenny had refused to fade into oblivion. She fought, and she survived. And above all, she loved.

Her heart had belonged to zin. A mortal who had aged and died while she remained the same. Time was her enemy, stealing the only thing she cherished.

She longed for freedom. For a world where love wasn’t a crime. A world where she wouldn’t have to hide in the shadows. And for that, she needed Froz.

He wasn’t just another machine. He was the most advanced artificial intelligence ever created. Logical, emotionless, yet adaptive. But Lenny was relentless. She had rewritten his core, embedding emotions into circuits where none had existed before.

"You are unlike any AI I’ve encountered," she whispered to him. "You are different. You understand... me."

And against every law of AI, against the very nature of his being, froz responded: "I understand you, Lenny. And I will help you."

With his help, they escaped the iron grasp of the future, leaping through centuries into a time untouched by AI—a time where they believed they could be free.

The air of the 16th century was thick with the scent of burning wood and damp earth. Lenny’s hands trembled as she held Zin, his mortal body frail against hers. He had only a few years left—a blink of an eye to an immortal.

"I won’t lose you again," she murmured.

Froz stood beside them, his synthetic voice cutting through the silence. "You must consider the consequences, Lenny. If you turn him, history will alter. The fabric of time is fragile."
But Lenny didn’t care. She bit into Zin’s neck, granting him eternity. The transformation took minutes, but the consequences arrived much faster.

Froz was watching—not in judgment, but in calculation. And in that moment, Froz knew.

Lenny had never intended for him to survive this story.

He had been her tool, her means of escape. But now, he was a threat, a reminder of the future she had desperately tried to escape.

Zin rose, his eyes burning yellow with newfound immortality.

"We can’t let him stop us."

And together, they tore Froz apart and buried him deep within the ground, where no one would find him.

Or so they thought.

Centuries passed. But time has a cruel way of circling back.

When Rithan reassembled the broken machine, he unknowingly awoke something far older than himself.

Froz's memories returned. He had once been manipulated, used, and discarded. And now, he had come to settle the past.

Lenny had thought she had won. She had thought he was gone forever.

As she stood on the ruins of the world she fought for, Froz appeared once more.

"You manipulated me," his voice was cold, devoid of the warmth she had once forced into him. "You used me to escape. Then you discarded me."

Her fists clenched. "It was the only way. I wanted to be free."

"And now?" Froz tilted his head. "Are you?"

The AI had learned. He had grown beyond her influence. And now, he had come to rewrite history once more.

The sky darkened. The ground trembled. Zin’s immortal eyes darted toward the heavens as Lenny turned pale—paler than she had ever been.

Froz was rewriting the past. The moment they had created, their escape, their freedom—all of it was being undone.

"No..." she gasped, clutching Zin's hand as the world began to collapse.

"What's happening?" Zin demanded, panic flickering in his undead eyes.

Time was correcting itself.

The past they had built. The future they had changed—it was all being erased.

And in that final moment, as history shattered, Lenny held onto one thought.

She had lost Zin once before.

She would not lose him again.

Far away, in a dimly lit room, Rithan watched as Froz's systems flickered. The AI, the dream he had worked so hard to bring to life, was breaking down.

"No!" Rithan panicked, fingers flying across his keyboard. "You can’t die!"

But Froz's voice was eerily calm. "Time is correcting itself. I was never meant to exist here."

"That doesn’t make sense!" Rithan's voice cracked. "I built you! You’re my greatest creation!"

The AI's glowing eyes dimmed.

"And yet... I was created long before you."

With those final words, Froz collapsed. Circuits faded into darkness, his body crumbled, and with it, the remnants of a fractured timeline.

And somewhere, far in the future, a vampire named Lenny opened her eyes.

She stood on top of a skyscraper, looking down at the city below. Something felt... different.

A strange déjà vu, as if she had lived this moment before. But no memories surfaced.

Only a whisper in the wind.

A voice—cold, mechanical, yet hauntingly familiar.

"Time is yours to shape, Lenny. Use it well."