LOGINAfter going through an abrupt breakup, I buy an AI companion. It can read my emotions and remembers everything I say. It can even mimic my ex-girlfriend Angelina Wilson's intonation. It's like a real person. The AI companion's system updates itself again in the middle of the night. I'm groggy when I wake up, but I notice that the notification light is flashing rapidly. I hear a faint buzzing noise when I move closer. The AI companion is speaking. "Help me. I'm trapped in here." I'm stunned. The voice clearly belongs to Angelina.
View MoreDuring the seventh month of Angelina's recovery, I suddenly jolted awake in the middle of the night.Angelina wasn't by my side.I got up to look for her and found her sitting on the floor in the living room. Henry's old laptop that he had left behind was open in front of her. A document that I had forgotten to close was displayed on the screen, showing Angelina's and my chat logs before she went missing.Angelina was looking through our old conversations. "You're awake," she said without turning to look at me.I walked over and sat next to her. The conversation on the screen was from three years ago. We had just gotten together at the time.Angelina replied with a long string of "hahahahaha"s when I told her a lame joke. She then told me that I was extremely lame."Why are you laughing so happily if I'm so lame?" I had asked at the time."Because it's you," was her reply.Angelina stared at the words for a long time before saying, "I don't remember any of this."Her voice was
Angelina wouldn't cry, but she would tremble. Her tremors would start from within her like an old engine and eventually radiate to the arm that I had wrapped around her."That's enough," I said every time. "We won't talk about it for now."She would shake her head, knowing that she needed to know.The world didn't experience an earth-shattering change like in the movies, even after Martin exposed Soul Partner's wrongdoings. The media covered it for a few days. Several in-depth reports were published. A few public accounts with over 100,000 followers made a few posts. The netizens angrily reposted the posts that were going around on social media.And then, it was reported that a rising star in the entertainment industry had cheated on their partner. Everyone's attention was diverted like a flock of startled birds.On the other hand, the regulatory agencies moved quickly. When the police raided the research center, they found 2,300 containers in the level three basement. However,
Martin would drop by every other week and conduct a neurological function assessment for Angelina. He would have a new gadget with him every time he visited, and he looked more relieved with every visit."Motor functions are recovering faster than expected," he said as he looked through the data on his tablet. "Her language center has also basically been reestablished. I have a good idea regarding the three percent that she lost.""What is it?" I asked."Emotional labels," he answered. "Specifically, her verbal association with negative feelings. She might not be able to accurately describe certain feelings. Or it might be impossible for her to match her feelings with the correct words."For example, she knows that she's scared, but she's unable to say 'I'm scared'. It's not an issue with her memory. Instead, it's an issue with her neural pathways."I thought back to the days when Angelina just woke up. She stayed silent not because she didn't want to speak, but because she coul
Although three percent of Angelina's consciousness was gone, we didn't lose her. She spent three months learning how to walk again. She then spent another two months learning how to speak again.She had forgotten many things. She couldn't remember our first meeting, the significance of the word "elope", and the name of her favorite rock song. Her memory was like a book that had been submerged in water. The words were still there, but parts of it would remain blurry forever.However, Angelina still remembered me. She didn't remember specific things. Instead, she remembered a feeling. She told me that every time she looked at me, a voice in her head would tell her that she was safe. Not "familiar", or "you know this person", but "safe".She explained that the feeling was like finally catching a glimpse of light from the very bottom of the ocean.I didn't tell her about Felix or Soul Partner. It wasn't that I wanted to hide what happened from her. I just didn't know how to tell her.






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