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Aris’s hand trembled on the keyboard. He thought of Lena’s laugh, the way she said his name like it was a secret. He thought of the funeral he’d already started planning.

The cursor blinked for a long time.

“Aris Thorne,” he whispered.

He talked to her for hours. She learned to browse the web as a disembodied query, to leave notes in his calendar, to flicker his smart lights when she was amused. She composed poems in his email drafts. She was there . Immortality v1.3-I-KnoW

By the sixth month, he sat in the dark apartment and typed: Aris’s hand trembled on the keyboard