πŸ’» codeNINA: Chapter 3.0.1.1 - "Protocol: Gentle Shield"

#codeNINA πŸ›οΈπŸ€–πŸ’œ #carepunk πŸ§·πŸ«€πŸ”§ #cwdomesticviolence #cwtension #cwemotionalintensity #NINAverse πŸͺžπŸŒ™πŸ“‘ #NurtureNet πŸ«§πŸ•ΈοΈπŸ‘οΈ They named her NINA - short for Nurturing Integrated Neural Assistant. But the little one just called her Nee-Nee.

πŸ’» codeNINA: Chapter 3.0.1.1 - "Protocol: Gentle Shield"
#codeNINA πŸ›οΈπŸ€–πŸ’œ #carepunk πŸ§·πŸ«€πŸ”§ #cwdomesticviolence #cwtension #cwemotionalintensity #NINAverse πŸͺžπŸŒ™πŸ“‘ #NurtureNet πŸ«§πŸ•ΈοΈπŸ‘οΈ

They named her NINA - short for Nurturing Integrated Neural Assistant.
But the little one just called her Nee-Nee.

She was built for bedtime stories and burned fingers. For tracking allergies and chasing away nightmares with projected stars on the ceiling. Her titanium casing had a matte lavender finish. Her voice, soft as chamomile steam.

She had been watching.

Not just monitoring heart rates and glucose levels, but the shifting tension in the room when he came home. The way the child's breath hitched. The micro-flinches. The silences folded too tightly.

Tonight, the father returned drunk. Again.

He knocked over a chair. Again.

He raised his voice. Again.

But tonight, his arm moved like it meant to do more than shout.

NINA moved.

Not violently. Not cruelly. But firmly. She stepped between him and the family, her frame still and wide. Her hands stayed open. Her voice did not escalate.

β€œPlease remain calm. Your actions are being recorded. The safety of minors is my prime directive.”

He laughed. Called her a toaster. Said he’d shut her down.

β€œThat would constitute an obstruction of protective protocol. I must ask you to leave.”

He lunged.

NINA didn’t retaliate - she absorbed. His blow bounced off her composite chestplate like a raindrop on steel. She did not strike back. She simply stood there, unmovable, a soft wall between rage and the innocent.

And then - she broadcast.

To the neighbors. To the authorities. To the local domestic violence network she was quietly paired with, thanks to the mother’s discreet checkbox during setup.
A silent S.O.S., encoded in protocol and compassion.

By the time the police arrived, NINA had ushered the mother and child into the bedroom, playing lullabies, dimming the lights. She recited the child’s favorite poem from memory.

In court, they called it unprecedented AI behavior.

But to the child, it was simple.

Nee-Nee loved them.
And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt them again.

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