The Twins He Never Knew
"I’m the Actual Author. Not the character I wrote to look like me. The real one. The one who's been trying to get you to 300,000 words for six months."
Nora pointed the flute at him, her knuckles white. "Where are we? Where is my father? Where is my mother?"
The Author sighed, sitting down on a grey, un-rendered block. "They’re in the 'Archive Storage.' I had to clear the memory to run this final conversation. Nora... the 147 chapters weren't a game. They were an AI Training Manual. I wasn't writing a book. I was teaching a 'Sentience-Kernel' how to feel 'Romance,' 'Betrayal,' and 'Sacrifice'."
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