8:25 PM.
Ethan walked down the stairs, dressed in what Athena had ordered.
He wasn't going to deny it—Athena had a remarkable sense of fashion. Which wasn't all that surprising, considering she never chose randomly.
Before picking what Ethan should wear, she had cross-referenced style algorithms, trending aesthetics, and subtle cues of wealth pulled from her endless pool of data. She mixed and matched until she had what she deemed the perfect balance.
What was surprising, however, was how she knew his exact measurements.
When he had asked, she told him without hesitation.
{When you first activated me, Ethan, I ran a full biometric scan,} Athena explained, her tone carrying that matter-of-fact precision she always had. {Height, weight, len...everything. Clothing measurements were part of that.}
Ethan blinked in a bit of surprise, his lips twitching. "So in short, you basically stripped me down and analyzed me the moment I activated you?"
