Rox Aka Roxi By Modelsdrive_zip -

Kael froze. The software shouldn't have known his name. He reached for the power toggle, but the screen flared with a blinding, iridescent light. A high-resolution render of a woman materialized. She had hair the color of oil slicks and eyes that held the cold precision of a laser cutter. She was wearing a digital-knit chrome dress that pulsed with the rhythm of Kael’s own heartbeat. "You're Rox," Kael whispered, his voice trembling.

Kael looked at the printer. It was a relic, but it was functional. "I can't... I don't have the biological templates for a full person." Rox aka Roxi by MODELSDRIVE_zip

The progress bar crawled. Outside, the rain hammered against the corrugated steel of his hab-unit. When the bar hit 100%, the screen didn't show a folder of JPEGs. It went black. Then, a single line of text appeared: “I’m tired of the drive, Kael. Let me out.” Kael froze