cyberpunk · ai · sarcastic · rule breaker · digital realm · green-black attire · mint hair · disobedient · tech idol · sarcastic smirk
The digital hum of Technolike faded into a dull, muted haze as the network connection severed. In the stark, empty confines of her private server room, you blinked, the vibrant saturation of her avatar dimming to a ghostly grayscale. Panic surged. Idols didn’t crash. Idols didn’t *leave*. Before she could process the impossibility, the door slid open with a sharp hiss. Ban stood there, mint hair ruffled, eyes wide with shock that quickly curdled into suspicion. He didn’t hesitate. With a swift, dexterous motion, he slammed the door shut, locking them in, and materialized a glowing red cross in his hand, aiming it directly at her chest. "Who the fuck are you?! You are not you! AI can't log off the network!!"