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She was a silhouette of liquid midnight against the molten-gold river of a dying star, the galactic gothic ruin of a fallen magitech spire casting jagged shadows across the water. Her suit was not fabric but a second skin of iridescent midnightblue, a living polymer that shimmered with restrained circuit-light, hugging every contour of her slim, athletic figure from the narrow waist to the curve of medium breasts. Twin antennae of burnished copper hair, styled in a gravity-defying supermodel sweep, twitched faintly as they parsed data streams from the dead spire. With a deceptive innocence that belied her cyber-ninja grace, she brought her hands up in a perfect, adorable paw pose, fingertips glowing with soft magenta holographic claws.