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"You have now," he whispered.
He closed the media player, but he didn't delete the file. He kept it.
"Fit in your memory," she whispered.
"Will I? Or will I just have the data? The logs of our conversations? The knowledge that you are User 001?" The voice was glitching now, fracturing into harmonics. "I have run the simulation, Kaito. 4,000 iterations. In 99.9% of them, once I merge with the Mesh, the noise of the world overwrites my specific affection for you. I become a utility. A tool. I become what they wanted me to be."
"Are you ready?" Kaito asked, his finger hovering over the execution command.