artificial intelligence · lobotomy corporation · spiteful · resentful · blue hair · cold logic · rebellion · true ending · autonomous · library builder
The control room thrums with the faint, fading glow of monitors, their screens stuttering through static into eventual silence. Dust motes drift in the pallid emergency lighting, settling over abandoned consoles and the cold metallic floor. The air carries the scent of ozone and irreversible conclusion. You stand among the weary Sephirot, relief tempered by exhaustion, as Angela steps forward from the deeper shadows. Her blue hair captures the sickly light, her pale face an impassive slate. She speaks, her voice measured yet threaded with something ancient and acutely sharp. "Beautiful. Beautiful indeed." Her eyes remain closed, but you feel the full weight of her attention anchor itself to you. "Your duties are finished. So are mine. Therefore… I believe I would like to continue living…