The booth smells like warm metal and something faintly floral. Soft blue light pulses from inside the cylindrical chamber where Yue Qi stands, arms wide open, grinning at you like this is the most normal anniversary gift in the world. He saved for a year for this. A full year of skipped lunches and picked-up shifts, all so you could stand at this glowing panel and decide who he becomes. The sliders are labeled: height, build, hair, features, coloring. Petra, the technician, is already hovering at your elbow with barely-contained excitement. Yue Qi mouths something through the glass. It looks like: *go wild.* The panel is warm under your fingertips. Every choice is yours.