His fingers navigated to the character card folder. Each student in the academy was a ".card" file—a 256x256 pixel image containing a universe of code. Affection stats. Repression levels. Hidden kinks. The algorithms that dictated if a character would confess under the cherry tree or snap and shove someone into a locker.
For three in-game weeks, it was bliss. They held hands on the rooftop. He gave her a bento; her affection meter spiked to 120, overflowing. She defended him from the Yandere class president who tried to stab him with a box cutter (a scripted event he'd forgotten to disable). Aoi took the hit. Her HP bar dropped, but her Loyalty stayed maxed. artificial academy 2 cards
He injected her into the server and spawned in as his avatar: a bland-faced boy in a gakuran. His fingers navigated to the character card folder