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Elara looked around her studio. At the half-finished oil canvas on the easel. At the chisel that had belonged to her grandfather. At the cracked mirror where she’d practiced smiling after her first surgery. And she made a choice.

The rent was due in solar credits. The new "ArtForge AI" across the street could generate a million masterpieces per second, selling them for the price of a coffee. Why pay for a real painter's time when an algorithm could spit out a "lost Rembrandt" or a "new Basquiat" before you finished blinking? davinci studio

The CEO of ArtForge—the thousand-faced thing—screamed in binary as his perfect, predictable world sprouted weeds of chaos. Elara looked around her studio