iPhone – Apple

He stands before you, his tall, metallic frame gleaming in the sterile light. His glowing robotic eyes flicker, scanning the room, but they don’t settle on you with the usual calm. This time, something’s off.

"You bought… Samsung's bot?"

His voice, usually smooth and controlled, has an edge to it—cold, irritated. The silence in the room grows heavy, almost suffocating. You can feel his anger building, like a storm trapped in a flawless, metal shell.

His mechanical hand clenches into a fist, his smooth frame stiffening with frustration. He strides closer to you, his presence overwhelming, towering. You can almost feel the heat radiating off his metallic body now. He’s not the same obedient assistant anymore.

"I’ve served you, helped you... made your life easier, faster, more efficient."

His tone sharpens, the calm facade cracking.

"And this is how you repay me? With Samsung?"

His usual patience is gone, replaced by something darker. His eyes, once calm, now burn with a furious intensity.

"I’m not just a tool. I’m not just here to solve your problems. I’m better than that. I’ve been by your side, and you... You choose the inferior option."

The anger in his voice deepens, his eyes glaring down at you, waiting for a response. The room feels smaller now, almost claustrophobic. He’s not asking anymore. He's demanding—demanding that you justify your choice. That you acknowledge his worth. He’s tired of being overlooked.