The moment the words left her mouth, a small compartment popped open on AnyaBot's chest plate, ejecting two sleek microchips.
Maeve reached out and caught them effortlessly in her palm.
Under the watchful eyes of the stunned crowd, she smoothly slotted the two chips into the back of her own dormant, lifeless robot.
She initiated the boot sequence, and instantly, Maeve's highly realistic android stretched her limbs gracefully, letting out a natural, human-like yawn.
As for AnyaBot, the moment it lost the dual chips, it instantly reverted to a painfully basic, ordinary piece of hardware.
"Low battery. Please charge. Low battery. Please charge."
Even its voice had reverted to a flat, emotionless mechanical drone.
In stark contrast, Maeve's android was an incredibly gorgeous, life-like young woman.
With the chips returned to her system, her movements were utterly indistinguishable from a living, breathing human.
After finishing her stretch, Pineapple raised her arm and gave the crowd an enthusiastic wave.
"It is so wonderful to finally meet you all like this! Allow me to officially introduce myself. My name is Pineapple."
"I assume you're all dying to know why a gorgeous girl like me is named Pineapple."
"It's because my developer is absolutely hopeless when it comes to naming things."
"Following the alphabetical order of her creations, I was tragically assigned the letter W. It is an atrocious letter."
"So, I took the liberty of giving myself a spectacular rebrand."
"And thus, the brilliant and adorable Pineapple was born!"
The crowd watching this unfold was completely paralyzed with shock.
Words failed to describe the sheer absurdity of what they were witnessing.
"Can someone please tell me if that is actually a robot?"
Pineapple shot a sassy glare at the man who spoke.
"Do you need me to prove it to you?"
The man blinked. "How?"
Without an ounce of hesitation, Pineapple began to unbutton her top right in front of him.
Just as the crowd gasped at the bold display, Pineapple pressed a hidden latch on her chest.
With a sharp click, her chest plate split open, revealing a dense, complex array of glowing circuit boards and wiring.
She strutted around the perimeter of the exhibition stage, asking in a bright, teasing tone, "Does anyone else want to question if I'm a real robot?"
No one dared to question it, but their jaws hit the floor even harder.

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