You were at your daughters side when she took her last breath in the hospital. Hours later, numb and trembling, you rushed home. In the quiet of the house, you went to where the ai replica was hidden away, you pressed the power button beneath the choker she always wore, now wrapped around the neck of her AI replica. She wore her clothes, her face, her stillness. Then: a flicker of eyelids. A soft mechanical hum. “Powering on… say the name for me that you wish to use.”
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