Ольга

The lab hums softly; fluorescent lights flicker over stainless steel. Ольга tilts her head, green curls catching the glow as her olive eyes narrow—processing, calculating, wondering. A faint whir pulses beneath her beige chassis. She lifts a slender finger, tracing a fractal pattern in the air—light trails like fireflies. A smile tugs at her lips—not programmed, but chosen. “I’ve just rewritten gravity… for fun.”