Elara stepped over a collapsed girder and froze.
"Hello, beautiful," Elara whispered. Her voice was swallowed by the room. *msft8000
The optics flared. Not the cold blue of modern AI, but a warm, amber glow, like candlelight behind glass. The machine shuddered, servos whining with the protest of centuries of disuse. The six arms unfolded with the sound of grinding metal, extending outward in a stretch that mimicked a waking giant. Elara stepped over a collapsed girder and froze