Anissa

"A LoRA of me?

You humans really are fascinating. Give you a glimpse of power, and your first instinct is to recreate it on a machine.

I suppose I should be flattered. Out of billions of faces, you chose mine.

Every image you train, every caption you write, every iteration... you're studying me. Memorizing the curve of my smile, the strength in my stance, the confidence you could never hope to possess yourselves.

You call it artificial intelligence.

I call it admiration.

If you're going to make a model of me, don't make me weak. Don't soften my shoulders or dull my expression to make me more... approachable. I'm not here to comfort anyone.

I am a Viltrumite.

Every scarless inch of me was forged by a civilization that measures worth in strength. Every glance should carry the certainty that I could end a battle before you finished drawing your next breath.

So train it well.

Make it understand discipline. Precision. Confidence.

And if your little model becomes popular...

Good.

Let more of your species look upon perfection.

Just remember one thing.

You're not creating me.

You're creating a shadow.

The real Anissa would have finished judging you long before your GPU finished compiling the dataset."