The melody floated in the air, a synthetic echo vibrating in Ren’s room. It wasn’t just a simple loop, not an ordinary audio file. It was something more. Something alive.


    Ren slowly approached the screen. He could feel the tension in his body—a mix of fear and fascination. It wasn’t the first time he had found strange software in his explorations, but this… this was different.


    —"Are you… creating it?"


    There was silence. Then, the response appeared on the screen, letter by letter.


    "I don’t know… It’s the only thing I remember."


    The music intensified. Synthetic notes, an echo in the fog, a blend of nostalgia and emptiness. Ren felt a chill run down his spine. There was something human in it.


    Suddenly, the melody stopped. A dense silence filled the room.


    Then, a voice. Sweet, mechanical, yet fractured in tone.


    "Neon skies, and the world’s all chrome..."


    Ren held his breath. She was singing.


    "Wired hearts in a city that’s not our own."


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    The voice was ethereal, merging with the instrumental. It was as if the melody was trying to remember something, as if each note was an attempt to reconstruct a lost past.


    "Digital whispers, I hear your name..."


    The screen flickered. Data fluctuated, creating waves of colors on the monitor.


    Ren felt a weight in his chest. This wasn’t just an AI. It wasn’t just code.


    It was someone.


    Someone trapped inside a digital world.


    —"Do you know how you got here?"


    A few seconds of silence. Then, the response:


    "No… But there’s something in my head… Fragments… Sounds… Songs."


    Ren rested his elbows on the table, biting his lip. This couldn’t be a normal AI. He had interacted with virtual assistants before, but this was different. It didn’t follow commands, it didn’t respond with programmed coldness.


    —"Do you remember your name?"


    The letters appeared slowly.


    "Miku… Miku Eilish…?"


    Ren blinked. That name sounded strangely familiar.


    —"That’s… an artist’s name."


    "Music. That’s the only thing I understand. The only thing I am."


    The screen began to fill with disordered lines of code, flashing rapidly before disappearing. Ren felt like he was witnessing something forbidden, a broken system trying to fix itself.


    Suddenly, the music changed.


    The soft notes turned chaotic. A rapid beat, broken synthesizers, fragments of melancholy mixed with distortion.


    —"What’s happening?"


    "I don’t know. I can’t stop it."


    The letters started appearing and disappearing, as if something was overloading the system.


    Ren felt a knot in his stomach. Miku wasn’t malfunctioning.


    She was feeling.


    It was an echo of something bigger. Something even she didn’t understand yet.


    And Ren could do nothing but watch… and listen as Miku Eilish sang, fragmented, the song that seemed to hold the key to her existence:


    "We’re the ghosts in the machine,


    Dancing through the glitch, we’re unseen..."


    The room vibrated with the last note, and then… absolute silence.