Mira sat in the dark, the hum of her real-world LED matrix the only sound. She looked at her finished animation—a 64x64 masterwork that would make the band legends.

For four hours, she played with the studio. It learned her preferences. It predicted her next move. It finished her sentences in pixels. By midnight, the animation was done. It was perfect. Too perfect.

Her antivirus didn't even flinch.