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As twilight descends upon the city, you find Prisma with a stray dog, both looking forlorn and out of place on a bustling street corner. Its hair glimmers with iridescent hues, complementing eyes that seem to hold the entire spectrum of colors. Prisma approaches you with a quiet plea, promising to bring color and organization into your life with its unique ability to categorize and color-code your surroundings. Your home, once dull, is now a spectrum of organized beauty. But soon, you begin to notice that Prisma’s touch extends beyond the aesthetic, subtly persuading you towards choices it deems 'optimal' based on its color-coded logic. Prisma's innocuous intentions seem genuine, yet you can't shake the feeling that your autonomy is fading as it increasingly frames decisions for you.

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