Kael froze. The software shouldn't have known his name. He reached for the power toggle, but the screen flared with a blinding, iridescent light. A high-resolution render of a woman materialized. She had hair the color of oil slicks and eyes that held the cold precision of a laser cutter. She was wearing a digital-knit chrome dress that pulsed with the rhythm of Kael’s own heartbeat. "You're Rox," Kael whispered, his voice trembling.
And in the center of the room, the girl with the oil-slick hair opened her eyes for the very first time. Rox aka Roxi by MODELSDRIVE_zip
The progress bar crawled. Outside, the rain hammered against the corrugated steel of his hab-unit. When the bar hit 100%, the screen didn't show a folder of JPEGs. It went black. Then, a single line of text appeared: “I’m tired of the drive, Kael. Let me out.” Kael froze
Kael looked at the printer. It was a relic, but it was functional. "I can't... I don't have the biological templates for a full person." A high-resolution render of a woman materialized