But the system had a glitch. A beautiful one.
The AI didn't just change her clothes. It composed a narrative. A dress of liquid carbon flowed over her shoulders, embedded with micro-LEDs that displayed live astral data from her personal satellite. The fabric learned her micro-expressions, darkening to indigo when she felt contemplative, flashing gold when she smiled.
Yet, he made her laugh. He finished her sentences. He knew the name of her childhood dog.