Killed by My Mother's Perfect AI
"Yeah. Even if she's faking it, she should've woken up after a kick like that, right?"
"Why is the kid's face so pale? Did something actually happen to her?"
Mom, who had been livid just moments ago, froze. She stared at my tightly shut eyes and bloodless face, and a flicker of panic crossed her expression.
Instinctively, she crouched down and reached out to check if I was breathing.
Just then, the soft, sweet voice of my AI companion sister, Nova, rang out.
"Don't worry, Mom."
A soft blue light flickered in her eyes as a holographic screen unfolded in front of her, flashing rows of dense data.