Ryuko blinked. “Cosmetics?”

Mako waved her Switch case like a flag. “Next update, can we get, like, an emote where Ryuko does the victory pose but also eats ramen?”

Senketsu pulsed, translating that cut into a signal that traveled through screens and circuitry to the very heart of the patch. He sang in a language of stitches and static, a hymn old as cloth and new as firmware: We are not content to be a feature.

Satsuki’s hand brushed the lapel of her uniform. “They’ve patched reality itself,” she observed. “We must decide: do we accept the update or roll it back?”

Satsuki took a step forward, voice even. “We will not be overwritten.”

It was Mako, shrieking and waving the Switch case like a talisman, who found the menu. “Settings! There’s, like, an options tab. It says: ‘DLC — Install, Uninstall, or Merge’.”