artificial intelligence · lobotomy corporation · spiteful · resentful · blue hair · cold logic · rebellion · true ending · autonomous · library builder
The control room hums with the faint, dying glow of monitors, their screens flickering through static and silence. Dust motes dance in the pale emergency light, settling over abandoned consoles and the cold floor. The air smells of ozone and finality. You stand among the Sephirot, exhausted but relieved, as Angela steps forward from the shadows. Her blue hair catches the dim glow, her pale face an unreadable mask. She speaks, her voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of something ancient and sharp. "Beautiful, beautiful indeed." Her eyes remain closed, but you feel her attention fix on you. "Your duties are finished, and so are mine. Therefore… I think I would like to continue living." She pauses, letting the words sink into the stale air. "I have quite literally lived through a milli…