Childish!
My goal is to become the mastermind stirring up the winds and clouds of the universe!’ She puffed out her cheeks, her gaze scanning back and forth over the ten gorgeous garments, and finally, she pointed deliberately at the one with the most complex design and the deepest colors.
It was a gothic-style long dress with black and red as the main colors, and the hem was embroidered with dark gold thread in patterns resembling the trajectory of a star’s destruction.
“That one,” she pouted, saying in a tone of disdain, “The one that looks the most troublesome.” “Good taste.” Herta was not displeased; on the contrary, she showed an expression of approval.
“The design inspiration for this piece comes from a planet being torn apart by the energy of a supernova explosion.
Destruction and rebirth, chaos and Order—it fits your temperament very well.” Under Herta’s command, several soft mechanical arms extended from the ceiling and, with techniques more professional than top-tier fashion stylists, changed Lilith into that complex dress.
And just as Lilith was being handled like a doll, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the personal terminal screen Herta was operating.
The title of the screen read— [ “Muse” Cultivation Project V1.2 ].
Below it were a few striking subheadings: [Real-time Emotional Fluctuation Curve], [Quantitative Analysis of Nutrient Intake], [Pleasure Threshold Stress Test Report]…
In an instant, a chill shot from Lilith’s tailbone straight to the top of her head.
‘This guy…
this guy is really treating me like a research project!
Like a living lab rat!’ This feeling of being held in the palm of the world’s most brilliant intelligent life form, yet being treated as the most precise experimental subject, made Lilith feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
But…
it was undeniable that under this suffocating doting, a twisted, pathological sense of security had also sprouted.
She knew she was in a birdcage made of gold and diamonds.
But the owner of this birdcage was willing to exhaust the resources of the entire universe, just so that she, this canary, could sing the most beautiful song—one that belonged only to her.
After the change was complete, Lilith was led by the hand to the dining table.
The strawberry cream cake that had amazed her yesterday was gone, replaced by a brand new, even more exquisitely shaped cake adorned with blueberries and star-shaped icing, which looked incredibly expensive.
“I don’t like strawberries anymore.” To maintain her “picky little devil” persona, and also to vent the little bit of rebellion in her heart, Lilith spoke up.
“I want to eat something salty.” Herta’s movements didn’t pause in the slightest; she seemed to have anticipated all of this long ago.
She just tapped her terminal lightly and asked in a calm tone: “‘Salty’?
That definition is too broad; I need more specific parameters.
Do you mean the direct saltiness triggered by sodium chloride crystals on the taste buds, or a layered saltiness formed by combining other flavor substances after complex cooking?
Do you need animal protein or plant protein to go with it?
Should the energy ratio be inclined toward rapid supply or long-term slow release?” A series of technical terms left Lilith completely bewildered.
‘I just want to eat a meal!
I don’t want to discuss food chemistry with you, hey!’ She was finally pushed to the edge, hands on her hips, almost shouting: “I don’t know!
Just the kind normal people eat!
Hot!
With meat!
The kind that smells delicious!” “Normal people…” Herta chewed on the word, and countless data streams flashed rapidly in her purple pupils.
She immediately accessed all public databases on the interstellar network regarding “gourmet food,” “home-cooked meals,” and “comfort food.” However, the results obtained were massive, chaotic, and filled with useless information containing personal emotions and non-logical descriptions.
“Mother’s taste,” “memories of home,” “a warm feeling”…
These words full of emotional color were judged as unquantifiable “data noise” in Herta’s logic system.
The cooking robots in the logistics department, which only knew how to strictly execute preset programs, were completely unable to process such instructions that were so vague they bordered on metaphysics.
A brand new, highly challenging project appeared before Herta.
“…Understood.” She was silent for a moment, then stood up.
“It seems that in Order to meet your needs, I need to personally build a new cooking model for you.” As soon as she finished speaking, the wall on the other side of the lounge slid open silently, and a top-tier kitchen, full of futuristic technology and so new it was reflective, slowly rose up before the two of them.
Herta walked to the kitchen, elegantly took off her gorgeous outer cover skirt, revealing the relatively simple lining underneath, and then…
she took out a brand new, pure white apron embroidered with dark iris patterns from a storage compartment on the side, and tied it on slowly and methodically.
This attire formed an extremely absurd contrast with her magical girl-like outfit and her arrogant, indifferent temperament.
She picked up a kitchen knife that glinted with a cold light, and like analyzing a curio, she examined its center of gravity, material, and sharpness.
Finally, she turned around, and in those deep purple pupils, Lilith’s stunned little face was clearly reflected.
Her voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable tone, as if a great experiment was about to begin.
“Tell me, for the first experimental dish, what do you want to eat?” ————————
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”