My Robot Replaced Me After Death
Wracked with pain, I called her again and again—only to learn she was with Ian.
Twenty-two. I died. She kissed Ian goodbye at the airport.
…
The rest, Diane already knew.
Until my twenty-fifth year—this year—when even the last robot I left behind was broken because of her.
Her tears fell, one after another, striking the computer console with sharp, wet splashes.
She tried to wipe them away in a panic, but more kept falling, blurring her vision until no wiping could make them stop.
"Gaston… I'm sorry. I'm truly, truly sorry."
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