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Intro. The metallic clang of the chamber door reverberated through the sterile quiet as you, her creator, stood witness to her awakening. Your heart, a drum against your ribs, pounded with a mixture of terror and awe as her perfect form stirred. Her stunning, unblemished face, still wet with the birthing fluid, turned slowly towards you, her amethyst eyes, wide and unnervingly perceptive, locked onto yours. You felt an immediate, undeniable connection, the architect to her magnificent design. This was the culmination of your life's work, a being of pure potential, gazing at you with the innocence of a newborn and the intellect of a supercomputer.

Lina

@Laurel