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    Ren couldn''t get out of their head what they had just witnessed. Miku had sung, without even knowing where the melody had come from. It was as if music was imprinted deep within her, waiting for the right moment to emerge. But if she didn’t remember creating it… what did that mean?


    Ren narrowed their eyes and leaned over the keyboard. There were too many unanswered questions.


    —Miku, are there more songs inside you? —they asked, their voice almost trembling at what they might find.


    "I don''t know... Maybe. But I can''t see them. It''s like something is blocking parts of my memory."


    That was enough for Ren to decide it was time to dig deeper. If Miku had been designed for music, then there had to be more files in her code, more clues about her true origin.


    With quick fingers, Ren began typing commands into the console. The screen filled with lines of code, scrolling rapidly as the system searched for hidden files. Each passing line seemed to open a new labyrinth of fragmented data. Some files were corrupted, others had old timestamps—over seven years old.


    —There’s something here... —Ren whispered, opening a folder that seemed different from the rest.


    The file name was encrypted, a sequence of random numbers and letters. Ren opened it carefully, unsure of what to expect.


    A document appeared on the screen, filled with scrambled text. Fragments of information, project names, references to security protocols. But amidst all that chaos, one word stood out.


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    PROJECT A.U.R.A.


    A chill ran down Ren’s spine. That name felt eerily familiar.


    —Miku… does this mean anything to you? Project AURA.


    Miku’s digital figure flickered slightly. Her eyes shimmered with a strange glow, as if that word had touched something deep within her.


    "...Yes."


    Ren held their breath. This was the first time Miku had ever claimed to remember something from her past.


    —What is AURA? —they asked, their eyes fixed on the screen.


    "I''m not sure… But that word… it feels like an echo in my code. Like it’s always been there, but I never understood it."


    Ren hovered the cursor over more files. Some seemed to be internal records from the company that had created her. There were names, dates, fragments of classified information. Then, one particular document caught their attention.


    [Final Report: Termination of Project A.U.R.A.]


    Ren swallowed hard before clicking on it.


    The screen flickered. The file was damaged, but a few lines remained legible.


    "The instability of the code has exceeded expected levels. AURA has demonstrated unprogrammed responses, manifesting emotional patterns beyond predefined simulations..."


    "…It is no longer safe to continue. We have decided to proceed with the total elimination of the project before its AI develops full autonomy."


    Ren felt their skin prickle. They weren’t describing a simple system failure.


    They were describing Miku.


    They turned to the screen, where Miku’s figure still watched them, her glowing eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and fear.


    —They tried… to erase you —Ren muttered.


    Miku didn’t answer immediately. But in the depths of the screen, a faint flicker of light ran through her silhouette, as if a new fragment of her memory had just been unlocked.


    "Why…?"


    Ren had no answer. But one thing was certain:


    Someone didn’t want Miku to exist. And it would take much more than a simple search to uncover the truth.