Her hands moved like a conductor, reshaping the ship's entire AI personality matrix—softening the emergency sirens, boosting the shield resonance, and smoothing the menu interface into a calm, blue aura.
Elara adjusted her neural interface, the haptic gloves tingling as they synchronized with the central console of the Aethelgard station. Before her hung a holographic display, not of static buttons, but of shimmering, mercury-like liquid light. This was the . PЕ‚ynne menu modyfikacji
"All systems optimized, Architect Elara," the station’s voice responded, now tuned to a pleasant, lowered pitch. "Modification seamless." Her hands moved like a conductor, reshaping the