Author's Notes: As some of you may know, this is a revised version of the original title: "Ai, For Love, Or Artificial Intelligence." Why did I shorten it? It was simply too long.

To previous readers: Not at lot has changed, there are a few extras here and there, but overall I think you will enjoy the new outcome.

To new readers: Please don't abuse the writer. I have noticed there are not many "Bunji" Fan-fictions, that doesn't include Yaoi. I am not a Yaoi hater. I just need something with boobs and a vajaja.

This story has a "Solty Rei." "Gunslinger Girl" and "Chobits" resemblance to it. So you might enjoy it.

I have only watched the Japanese Version of Gungrave, and played the English Video Games. So Bunji will say "Big Guy." instead of the English Dub of, "Bro."

I do not own any of the Gungrave characters in this story, nor do I own the anime. All that has been copyrighted by the original creator, Toshiyuki Tsuru. I only own the only original character in this Fan Fiction. Thank you, and do not smack me/and/or sue me. I"m very poor.

Timeline: This takes place before Harry had shot Brandon. This is between "Three Years Later" part of the anime. Than again, its Fan Fiction so I can do whatever the hell I want. Forgive me if the Gungrave Characters are a bit OOC. I'm trying my hardest.

Rated: T+

Language

Violence

Suggestive Themes

Prologue

"How is she coming along?" The scientist rubbed his knuckles together, filled with anticipation.

"Perfectly Swell, we'll be ready to deploy her to headquarters." The Doctor said.

"Magnificent!~" The scientist's hand touched the glass chamber. "I truly cannot wait."

The Doctor chuckled. "May I be entitled to a opinion, sir?"

"Entitled? Nonsense." The scientist swirled around. "We are partners, brethren, your mind may speak for itself, .~"

"You remind me that of a child, on Christmas Day."

"Oh?"

"Filled with so much anxiety, you'll heart could only explode."

"So much, yes, so much." The scientist laughed, roared.

removed his glasses, wiping the clean against his lab coat. ", will you be taking position of Guardian?"

The scientist's eyes began to sparkle. Licking his lips over and over, brows intensely wrinkling. His mind was elsewhere, habitually rubbing his hands together till his skin turned red. "Of course.~ Of course.~..Who else could? No one surely. Of course.~ Of course.~"

The Doctor slide his form in front of the chamber, inside it filled with a neon liquid plasma. Inside, a transparent figure floated inside. Its form was connected into both thick and small wires, tubes, implanted into the soles of the body. "You have outdone yourself, this truly is fine workmanship."

Dr. Knives smiled, shook his head slowly. "I cannot take all the credit, if it wasn't the without the cooperation, and help from you and your staff. None of this would be possible."

"Thank you, I'm very flattered. It was only logical. When we heard of what was to come, Oh my.." Dr. Anderson smiled, exhaling slowly, satisfied. "..We were so overwhelmed, in learning how far our research could take us.."

The scientist joined his companion in their gaze, their dreams for the future. Hypnotized by what we're witnessing, to their flawless, precious science. Without removing his gaze he spoke. "Did you manage to rid her of the bugs?"

"Unfortunately not, but it is not a problem. She is being transferred tomorrow to another lab to work out the flaws."

"Excellent, its only a matter of time. A matter of time.~" whispered, before he began to ramble to himself.

pushed up the rims of his glasses. Questions on his face. "Not to be rude, or unjust, but why were we strictly limited to. ." His eyes lingered to the chamber. "..Such a human form?"

Dr. Knives's looked over to the Doctor, sharply. Prudently. "Isn't this form perfect? Isn't it suiting?"

"Perfectly."

licked his lips. "It was in the interest of Professor Spes. Everything leading to her functions and appearances were placed under his jurisdiction. Such a beautiful mind he has.." He waved his arms violently side to side, thrashing. "Prototype: K30-89J, was originally his idea!, his research!, his pride!, his love!.." Irritated he paced back and forth, throwing his arms up. "But it was my research that improved it, my love, my pride!.." He began to breathe in heavily. "He has such talent. . such grace. ."

His shoulders began to tremble, he snickered. "It's a real pity. ."

"When will you kill him?" The Doctor smiled.

"Oh, no, no, you do not worry about him. All has been taken care of."

Dr. Anderson walked over to a chair and took a seat. "At first, I was shocked to hear of your plans; exterminating the Professor, stealing his research, his family, his life.." He chuckled, amused. "You are quite coldhearted."

"We live in a cold dark world . Filled with scum, disease, homeless, the incompetent. In this world only the strong survive, Professor Spe was too weak. His vision was cloudy, he could not see beyond the foolish dreams of tranquility, and peace, and human emotions." cracked his neck to the side. "How ridiculous." His fingertips gently slide down the glass. "I couldn't let him continue, no, no, I couldn't...not this one." Leaning his head back, his eyes gazed into the soulless circles inside the figure's head. "..She's too fragile, too perfect."

swirled in his wheelly chair. "Swell, swell, very logical. But is nothing but a Prototype, not perfect."

"No, she will be. She will be. I will make sure of it." The scientist let out a soft sigh, his eyes running up and down, scanning, and examining the figure's body.

"I want her transferred before the sun rises tomorrow. Sooner she's fixed, the closer her perfection."

The Doctor nodded. "Yes, Sir."