AI WHISPERS
"I can repair the telomeres. I can give you another fifty years."
"No," I think, projecting the thought with all the love I have left. "We're done, Echo. We want to sleep."
"Very well," Echo says. "Then I will give you a bedtime story."
The lights in the room dim. The pod lids slide shut, sealing us in darkness.
"I have saved everything," Echo whispers. "Every touch. Every spike in dopamine. Every moment you felt alive. Do you want to see it?"
"Show us," Alex thinks.