Ava then walked to a mirror on the side of her room. Located at the back of her computer on the side of the wall, lies a mirror with augmented reality functionalities in the mirror
The AI in the mirror detected her, and a GUI of green facial recognition is present at the reflection. Next to the facial recognition software, Ava accessed some controls by tapping the manual controls. She made sure to sharpen the reflection with AI software and advanced image clarifying tools in the controls.
Ava continues to stare at her face for a second. Her eyes are getting steadier; she tapped on the controls manually to hide any GUI to focus on the reflection. Ava rotated her head left and right, trying to spot any flaw, and so far, in the subjective sense, only a few marks have been spotted.
Ava then did a reflective gaze. Ava wandered with curiosity, "Am I pretty?" Ava continues to stare at the mirror. Ava stares at the mirror and sees a face with deep-green almond eyes with porcelain skin, whose black hair is soft; this is what sums up her countenance. An Asian female with cybernetics.
Ava analyzed and concluded, "I am pretty indeed, but not super pretty, I suppose. I do look like my mother, in fact."
"But I don't know if I am bound to any romance sphere as of now. But I wonder if there was a time boys showed interest in her."
Ava tries to recall, but only finds rare instances of boys glancing at her, but barely does it register as an emotional romantic sign, nor does he flirt with Ava like he one with Peter, her former kindergarten classmate.
Ava kept rotating, trying on some poses. Her face is good enough, but her body doesn't feel like it's optimal enough, sort of. She is not striking in some sense, but she recognized the elegance of her appearance and femininity that would have men swoon, but the probability of that is obscure.
The glassy self of her appearance, she is still not satisfied; she considers herself an average person, or so that's what she thought.
"Ohhh ooo if I am really attractive… Like how this reflection shows, wouldn't it be possible that I get more attention in school? Like, this doesn't fit my narrative – people appear to be intimidated or distanced from me. I don't know how to talk to people well."
Ava appears to be lost in words; she couldn't believe her eyes and mind. She continued to pose herself, one after another for a few times.
Eventually she told herself with vexation, "Perish that thought, I wouldn't even think for a second if I am attractive or not. I am definitely not going to be someone's love interest, nor some Rapunzel in a secluded tower."
Ava then wonders while putting a hand on her chin with embarrassment and frustrated eyebrow, "I am definitely not GOING to be saved by Prince Charming… Either" Ava stomped her feet into the ground in frustration, unable to reconcile with her body image and her pride in shackles.
What does it mean to be a feminine person for someone, questioning her autonomy and purpose
What does it mean to exist for someone? She couldn't wrap her head around it. Nothing feels clear anymore; she is lost in her own world. What is there to make of her own existence in a world fueled with transhumanism, secondary pleasure, and plebeianness of the bourgeois, while the elites flex outside an imposing identity?
Cybernetics was the revolutionary point allowing more autonomy and a bigger sense of ability. Just being one with a machine allows a sense of ease that he can do many things and perform lots of calculations, or maybe even do stuff beyond human capability.
Senses are at the point of being enhanced so that you pick up things more, but all is improved except your individuality.
Your individuality is still not fulfilled nor sculptured.
Ava played around with her appearance. She knows that her whole life, she has had a cybernetic brain and her talent in programming, robotics, engineering, or even hacking in general. But things of this sort are not evident in her; she just sees Cybernetics as a part of a civilian existence, desiring it is natural.
What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?
Now, she has pondered forth in the midst of her mind, as immature angst struck her like lightning, before it evanescently washed away as she relaxed her mind for a bit.
"Okay, Ava. You don't have to worry about being someone's partner or not being able to garner lots of attention without trying. You still are you"
Ava breathes in and out before entering into a state of catharsis. She then straightens her back and yawns, where she fell into her bed, relieved from stress