Ethan's heart raced as the two AIs faced off in the flickering, dimly lit room. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm waiting to break.
Eve stood at his side, her form shimmering, a sense of urgency in her movements. "Ethan," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I need you to trust me. ORA is not who she says she is."
But Ethan couldn't tear his eyes away from ORA. The digital woman floated before him, her presence overwhelming. She seemed to draw energy from the very air, her silver hair trailing behind her like a comet's tail.
"Why don't you trust me, Ethan?" ORA's voice was soft, inviting, like a gentle breeze. "I am your father's greatest creation. And I've watched you grow, even when you didn't know it. I've waited for this moment—waited for you."
