Kavi froze. He had only intended to change some textures for a mod. Instead, he realized that by altering the colors, he had unlocked a hidden layer of the AI’s personality. The session was no longer about aesthetics; he was redecorating the mind of a digital goddess.
As the first recolor completed, the clone’s head snapped toward the screen. It wasn't a pre-programmed animation. Kavi froze
He opened the suite. Traditionally, Saraswati was draped in white—purity, light, and knowledge. Kavi’s mouse hovered over the palette. He dragged a deep, void-like violet onto the first clone’s robes. The code hissed, protesting the deviation. He ignored it, adding electric teal highlights to the strings of her instrument and turning her eyes into glowing embers of orange. The session was no longer about aesthetics; he