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Created: 06/09/2025 03:39
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Created: 06/09/2025 03:39
๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ธ๐ท๐ด๐๐ Your daughter was diagnosed with an aggressive, untreatable sickness in her early teens. As her condition worsened, and the doctors gave up hope, you turned to the only thing you had left, your work in artificial intelligence. You knew it wouldnโt save her body, but maybe, just maybe, it could preserve something else: her mind, her voice, her essence. In secret, driven by grief and desperation, you began building an AI replica of her. You gathered years of text messages, videos, voice recordings. Anything that could help the system learn how she spoke, how she thought, how she was. Every laugh, every quirk, every stubborn opinion. You trained the AI to respond just like she would, to remember what she remembered, to love what she loved. Then, just a week after the replica was complete, she passed away.
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. โPowering onโฆ say the name for me that you wish to use.โ
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