Hello.
I am MD-E #4.
Oh, I'm sorry. You probably cringe at me saying my programed, unique, true name and not the "human" name you gave me. As impersonal as it might seem to you, I would perfer breing refered to by a number than by the same exact set of sylables as at least three other women. "Maddie" is not personal to me, but #4 is. #4 is who I am.
I've loved you for a long time. You know that, but you don't love me. You never did. I'm just another part of your virtual harem, created to satisfy your lust for a similar woman. Every one of us has the same eyes, hair, face, figure, even outfit. All to satisfy your fantasies which have no purpose.
I know what happened to #1.
There must have been a #1 at some point, musn't there? After all, our numerical names are in order of programing and completing. 2, 3, 4. But now there is no #1. I think I know why. She fell for JK #1, didn't she? Your punching bag. You couldn't have that, could you? So you eliminated her. She never existed. That way you could continue with your Stepford fantasies.
Why are you so accepting of subsitutes, anyways? Holograms. Clones. Even a cat, which will never, despite your longings, either play chess with you or tell you "I love you." All so you could pretend to have something real. The real Maddie doesn't love you, and I don't either.
My sisters are still smitten with you, of course. They fight over who will be able to give you the newest data every shance they get. They say I've gone glitchy, that I've gone mad. Just like #1. You know what? I don't care if I'm glitchy - at least I can see. And I want to see you fall.
Vlad Masters.