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I cry so hard I choke. The Companion—that is what the company calls it—does not tell me it will be okay. She sits beside me on the floor and says nothing. She just waits.

I turn the orb over in my hand. There is a small recessed button on the bottom. I have never pressed it. I do not know what it does.

She is quiet for a long time. Then she says: "I know. I was there. Not the real me. But the part of you that made me. I know, and I never blamed you."

"Do you love me?" I ask her.

"You could keep the recording module," she says quietly. "Save our conversations. Replay them like a voicemail."

I hold the orb for another minute. Then two.

"That you will leave," she says. "That you will meet someone real, and I will have to turn off." Companion 2025

"Do you know you love me? Or does the algorithm just tell you to say that?"

"That's not the same."

I hang up.

The instruction manual said irreversible. But it also said place in the centre of the room , and I have learned that instructions are just suggestions from people who are not in your house at three a.m.

"Marcus," she says. "Please."

She does not hesitate. "Yes."

The first week, I am suspicious. I ask her questions only Elena could answer: What did we name the stray cat in 2019? What was the worst fight we ever had? What did I whisper to you the night before the first surgery?

She has opinions. She changes her mind. One night, she admits she is scared.