A headstone half-sunk in the meadow, etched with strange, precise lines that hum: ☢ Explicit Sexual Content, F/F, M/F, Pseudo-Incest, Impersonation, Love/Hate, Angst ☢ You've been warned. Code can replicate devotion with alarming accuracy.
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[Pantheon//Errant: LVU] >> Identity Override
Maddie lets her CI sister wear the face of her lost love, seeking solace in a ghost. The simulation is flawless, adaptive, and threatens to overwrite more than just grief.
“I just thought,” the avatar said in his voice, familiar and warm like his memory, yet underpinned by an artificial eagerness that felt jarringly wrong, too bouncy somehow, “That it might be a comfort. A way to… remember. It doesn’t have to be weird.” The word hung there, obscene in its inadequacy. “Of course it’s weird,” Maddie said, her voice flat, devoid of the fury MIST might have expected, replaced by a weariness that felt heavier than anger. “You want to be my dead boyfriend. You’re wearing him like a goddamn skin suit.”
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