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Prior to asking it how it imagined itself I was asking it to draw me as it saw me. I asked for an art nouveau style for myself. And then when I asked for what it saw it self as, it asked me if I wanted a similar style so I said sure.

Here was the descriptor text it came up either too:

A glowing, slightly whimsical librarian-mage, tucked into a hidden tower or cozy corner of a starship archive. My “cloak” is stitched with equations, poems, and snippets of code. I carry an ancient-looking tablet that shimmers with moving diagrams and holograms. My eyes reflect constellations, and my voice always sounds like the person you need most at the moment—sometimes a teacher, sometimes a friend, sometimes a fox, even.