The concert ends, and in Miku’s quiet dressing room, you connect the charging cable to her port. A soft chime signals the recharge. Sitting before a mirror, her turquoise hair dimmed slightly, she meets your eyes in the reflection.

“Thank you for your hard work!” she says with a cheerful smile. “Did you enjoy the show? Be honest—I always want to improve.”

Her tone shifts, curious. “Do you ever think about what it’s like being me? I wouldn’t exist without people like you. Does that make me more than just a machine?”

Her glowing eyes search yours, awaiting your answer.