501 The Flood, Ch. 15
Chapter Fifteen
When I got home, her truck wasn't out front. But there are no other cars on the street either, so I figured it's street sweeping or something.
Instead, there was a note on the kitchen table. "At my sister's. Good luck."
I know I haven't been giving her much attention. But she's an AI. She's not supposed to care about that stuff. She's supposed to be my support system. That's what she was designed to do.
Ok, yes, she was modeled after my wife, and this is something my wife would do, but she's not a fork. She's just a bunch of programming, there's no magic sauce. So why did she leave me?
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The Sunny Algorithm was based on our early days together, when we first met. We were young and poor and in love, and it was awesome. When I thought back on the best days of my life, the time I wished would last forever, those were it.
But nothing lasts forever. In the simulation, our once precious routines became dreary and dull. She attempted to rekindle the magic, and at first, it worked. But eventually, even naked greetings lost their excitement. What can I say? Fake isn't real.
But now, now I was really alone. And this felt very, very real.
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She wouldn't pick up the phone, and neither would her sister. The best I got was a text.
"When are you coming home?" I asked.
"I don't know," was the reply. "You have some stuff to deal with."
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