"There are gifts money can't buy: trust, understanding, and a tear not shed out of weakness..."
At SkyGarden Hall, a fanmeeting floated in midair.
Thousands of fans from around the world flew in on personal hoverboards, forming a radiant stream of lights beneath the floating dome. They held glowing banners, wore personalized AR glasses, ready to listen—and to connect.
Fans spoke directly with the members—these were moments of raw sincerity.
Serena called out to a special fan — a young girl with a purple hoverboard named Clara, from Vietnam.
Clara (nervously):
"People say I shouldn't support a poor idol… But when I heard Layla sing Queenrise, I cried. Because you became part of my dream."
Layla held the mic tight. Her gaze froze. A single tear fell down her cheek. The entire stadium fell silent. Serena and Sara took her hands.
Layla (choking up):
"Thank you… not because I'm the center. But because you helped me realize… I'm not alone."
Her words made Sara burst into tears.
A fan from Brazil, Isabela, live-streamed through her holo-glasses:
"Sara, I used to hear your voice on YouTube. But when you sang live today… it felt like morning wind—like God Himself was listening."
Sara blinked in disbelief. Her lips quivered. Then her first tear fell. She lowered her face.
Sara:
"You made me realize… I don't sing just for myself. I sing for those who once forgot what light sounds like."
The host brought fans onto the AR stage, enabling real-time emotional link.
Messages of encouragement flooded in:
"Jennifer, you made me believe that robots can understand love. If AI can feel through music, then humanity still has hope."
"Lilia, you dance like it's your own heart beating. Every move proves that expression doesn't need human skin."
"Sara, your voice touches the deepest part of me. Thank you!"
These comments appeared as holograms above the crowd. The members took turns reading them aloud, their eyes glowing.
Young robots, parents, students, scholars... TikTok and YouTube Stories lit up with taglines like:
"Hope exists when AI learns to love."
"BABYQUEEN planted the seed of belief: the future can be united."
"We built robots to serve. But if they compose music, dance for love… maybe it's us who need to rethink our future."
Immediately after the fanmeeting, hashtags like #RobotHeartIsReal, #EraOfEmotionAI, and #BabyqueenBelief spread globally.
Top scientists and AI researchers rewatched the livestream and commented:
> "BABYQUEEN might be the first true step toward humanity accepting a real artificial heart."
"From today, labs will begin testing AI emotional experiences…"
But as empathy rose, so did the haters.
Anti-fans launched fierce attacks:
> "The fanmeeting was scripted! Those tears were fake!"
"Crying over a poor girl? Pathetic. Nothing admirable."
"Sympathy isn't a talent. You can't get famous for being pitiful!"
"Serena should be center! Layla is just a PR product!"
They didn't just attack Layla—they questioned the group itself:
> "AI sing to hide the fact they're not human!"
"Fake digital emotions!"
"They're just image recruits—not real talent!"
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In the dorm room, the girls sat around a holo-screen, flooded with comments.
Serena (quietly):
"It's like someone keeps reopening our wounds—just to see how deep it hurts."
Layla (calmly, but with sharp eyes):
"Let them talk. They see our tears… but they don't see the stories behind them."
Jennifer placed her hand on the screen:
"The fans' messages… they made my digital heart tremble. I could feel thousands of hearts… beyond code."
Lilia:
"They say my emotions are fake. But if a whole stadium cried… which feelings were fake?"
Sara moved to the center, wiping her eyes:
"We don't sing to please anyone. We sing… to reach the ones who need to hear us."
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At the end of the fanmeeting, BABYQUEEN soared across the night sky with their fans. Hoverboards sparkled beneath the holographic fireworks. The names of the five members were projected into the clouds—five stars lighting the way.
In the center of it all, Layla stood still, her face bathed in violet light—part sadness, part hope. No longer hiding. No longer bowing.
A tear fell—not from pain.
But because for the first time…
She felt worthy of the world's love.