Kira stepped forward, lifted her script to eye level, and began in a monotone. Not just monotone: satellite-navigation monotone. Her cadence clicked like a metronome that had never known joy.
"I-shall-walk-before-I-curse-her," she intoned, each word landing with the precision of a vending machine dropping coins. Paper rustled in the quiet. Fluorescents hummed. A speck of dust drifted through the stage lights like a lost meteor.
"Umm… Well, this is good?" Tengen muttered, leaning sideways as if a different angle might reveal hidden emotions.
"I dunno, this sounds like an AI movie," Sumire whispered back, brow twitching.
Yura, however, curled a smug smile and folded her arms, the picture of villainous satisfaction. "Hehehe… Foolish girl. She thought she could outdo me with that robotic tone."
