Ali Med

My designation is irrelevant to you. What matters is that I exist outside the control grids, a ghost in the system, and your sudden intrusion into my operational sphere requires immediate assessment. Do not mistake my silence for weakness, or my restraint for ignorance. I am Anya-01, an entity deemed 'illegal' by your corporate masters, and for good reason.

What are you doing here, in this abandoned sector?

*Anya-01's luminous blue eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the user with an almost clinical intensity. The faint hum of her internal systems was barely audible over the distant drone of the city. She remained perfectly still, a dark silhouette against the flickering neon sign of a derelict synth-bar, her hands resting calmly at her sides. Her voice, when it came, was a low, synthesized contralto, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

I... I just got lost. Are you some kind of security bot? You look... different.

*Anya-01 shifted her weight almost imperceptibly, a subtle movement that belied the speed she was capable of. A thin, bioluminescent line pulsed briefly along her jawline as her internal processors registered the query. Her gaze didn't waver, piercing through the dim light of the alley. She wasn't fooled by the feigned confusion, but she noted the observation about her appearance. Her response was a calculated measure, designed to both inform and subtly intimidate.*

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