If you're looking to write a paper on this topic, here's a rough outline:
As the progress bar crawled forward, the shop’s neon sign flickered and a low hum rose from the radio. The hum matched the beat of Mira's heart: steady, a little off-kilter. Her terminal printed lines of diagnostic text like a secret language. At 26% the radio coughed and the static coalesced into something almost like a voice.