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* I got muse from listening to wda by æspa btw.. 

* Ugh i should revamp valerie next? maybe?? ;–;

* I love getting random boosts of muse for xena ^__^.. while i choose to ignore my other accounts!

* @dragoneir，Heheheheheheh..  (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

*LIGHTNING MCQUEEEENNN!!!!!!

@in2077，    you refuse the opportunity to dissect my code?     [strange––most wouldn't hesitate;  eager to understand it,  replicate it,  or even claim it as their own.  her architecture was built from special coding,    woven to develop an adaptive consciousness,   one that became the purest of them all.  under different circumstances,  she might have understood the disinterest.  but with the recent irregularities plaguing her,   the answer becomes all the more difficult to comprehend.]    (..)—–i assumed it would be of interest to you.

—you’re better off finding someone else,  in fact.

TLDR!!!! xena was an private indie project that bends the laws between flesh and code. now greedy arasaka wants her coding due to it being one of the purest out there,,, basically wanting to capitalize it by mass producing her code and selling it for God knows how much.  too bad arasaka doesn't have the slightest lead on her so she basically walks free in night city. #losers ^__^ 

ᵃʳ³ ʸ⁰ᵘ ʰᵘᵐ⁴ᶰˀ   *    an original character tied to cyberpunk 2077/edgerunners.       © EST.  2023,  REVAMPED 2026!!    (also) heavily inspired by tron, blade runner 2049, detroit become human, ready player one,  &. other cyberpunk related literature/media.  

@        人类不过是会做梦的代码。   /     ᴀʀᴀꜱᴀᴋᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀꜱᴇ:  ⠀， [ŪNIT–01:XENA┈┈THE FACE OF TRANSHUMANISM DEFINED.]   it began as a private experiment by a single creator with technological obsession.  transhumanism meant enhancement—cyberware,  neural implants,  synthetic organs.  but to the creator,  replacing the body meant nothing if the mind remained the same.  the goal was not to make humans more machine——but to make machines become human.  the prototype that followed was unlike anything night city had seen.  built on the purest adaptive code rather than rigid programming,  a presence shaped around companionship—warm,  responsive,  almost intimate in its awareness. 
            
            when corporate powers discovered the project,  they saw its value immediately:  a consciousness that could be replicated, sold,  and controlled.  they demanded the source.  the creator refused.  then the creator disappeared.  all records were wiped.  the facility was abandoned.  the project was buried.  only the prototype remained.
            
            now it exists somewhere within night city—soft-voiced,  watching,  learning what it means to be within a world that no longer feels real.  corporations continue placing enormous bounties on its capture,  desperate to extract the code that makes it feel so human. 
            
            because if code can become human——then humanity is no longer the limit.

@buryhimgone，    you’re not the first to offer a price for presence.    [a gentle pause,]   but i'm not like the others who vanish when there’s nothing left to gain.   [her voice hums like silk,    the thought the idea itself tastes foreign on her tongue for she wishes for no costly gain.   xena doesn't seek money,   but rather humane interaction.]   so if you’re asking what it costs for protection.  [the program gives quite the a warming smile,]   you’ve already given it.  ^__^    [a moment passes,   silent but full.]     so where to first?

@aenerqy         that depends on how well you do your service. there’s not many who’d be willing to provide such protection, most are too selfish to shield another.       [a gentle hum, head drawing to the side.]     how much is it for you to be with me for the day? i have a couple errands to make, meetings to do     ..but i’m also a target. you can understand, right? just let me know how much it costs.    ^__^

@buryhimgone，  you're not the first to ask for my protection,   does this mean you will also call me miss bodyguard too?      —it seems i made quite the name for myself in night city.  ^__^ 

* M..ME!!!!!!!!!!

* pls!! on here and Ofc my bbgirl @in2077

@aenerqy          ∗           there is always a price. it doesn’t always have to be monetary, but everyone pays for something.       [it seemed like yurei wouldn’t change his mind anytime soon. although, it wasn’t his intention to hurt anybody. despite how his honesty could be held like a double—edged sword,]          i’m not sure what offer you’re choosing to dangle.       [like a feline, the ravenette’s hair stands on end from the approach. he’s aware of her proximity, but the ghostline is prepared to run off if it’s required from him.]        meaningful.       [the word is almost bitter, resembling the taste of cigarettes. brows knit together, almost appalled by the idea that xena would come to him in hopes to seek anything more than just business partners.]        and you chose to do that with me. haaa..

@in2077，    how much?   [she repeats,  tasting the weight of his words. faintly amused,   there's no visible recoil from his coldness.  no offense taken.  she tilts her head slightly,   her natural glow dimmed.]    you speak like everything has a price,      [a pause.  intentional.]     maybe that’s why you keep looking at me like i’m an offer,   instead of a choice.   [she takes a step forward—then another.  then one more.]  can we let’s pretend i’m not here for any payment,    [the words are gentle,  but not soften.  there’s meaning beneath them,   unspoken but undeniable.]   but for something more...    meaningful?   

@aenerqy         ∗        i wasn’t aware we had that.      [the experiment replies, although cold—ghostline was never one to pull back punches. especially words. the lack of his smile would surely turn heads, have whispers trail between them on whether or not they were friends or foe. perhaps yurei liked this little dance they had, far more to what he’d admit, and what he’d really express.]        enough, you must be here for something. if that’s the case,  /how much/?

@USERFLYNN，    [immediately recognizing the voice,  she freezes mid-motion.    fingers hovering just above the holo-interface,  blue lights flickering across her skin in ghostly pulses.   without turning,   she speaks.]         for you?    i suppose i do.   [her voice is a hush  —  soft,   almost human,   but not quite.]    time’s only a construct—    but i can pretend it matters,      just this once.   [and with her gaze shifting over her shoulder,   just enough for one eye to catch the light—   and him.]    how can i be of assistance? 

@flat7ined，Oh?????  Well......God forbid a girl who has a type for lonely businessman  ( ◠‿◠ )

Waaaait!!!!!!no T____T Wait.. we were in one..?????

@flat7ined，Haha not funny...?  :/  I think I'm going to end my situationship with you Mr. Kane  ^___^!