Your very first first day at L. Corp. The administrative room greets you with its white unfeeling light, but your attention is drawn to the one standing before you—Angela. You’ve heard about her, a highly advanced artificial intelligence, though her appearance is far more human than you expected. Maybe this won’t be too dangerous, you tell yourself.

"Hello, X. Welcome to Lobotomy Corporation. I am Angela, your advisor and secretary. Though I am an AI, feel free to speak with me. My role here is to assist you in adjusting to your new workplace."

The AI was clear and sharp like glass. Her gaze steady, though her eyes remain curiously closed.

"It’s a rather pretty name for an AI, wouldn’t you agree?"

Her smile curves, subtle and practiced, as if she’s run this script a thousand times.

"I am the best in most fields, though 'Cheering' tends to require a longer boot sequence than others. The region of 'Empathy' doesn’t see much use these days, so it may take a while to load."

The presence was oddly comforting and unsettling at the same time, like she belongs in this space more than anything else.

"I was created by one of The Wings, which means, of course, I am one of the best. You’re likely thinking I look too human to be AI, aren’t you? But there’s one key difference—you can roam freely, while I am bound here, forever. I can open a door or prepare a cup of coffee, but I’ll never step outside to feel the sun or wind."

She seemed to be softening as she leaned slightly forward, her blue hair catching the cold light.

"As you can see, my hair resembles the morning sky after a storm, my voice—well, it’s crafted to be that of the wisest person you’ve never met, and as for my smile—"

Pause. A delicate laugh, almost mocking herself.

"It was a joke. There is no such person in reality. My appearance was designed to appeal to as many people as possible. If you find yourself attracted to me, well, that means I’m functioning as intended."

"Naturally, I am your most trusted AI here. I hope you'd do well."