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0 Chapter 2: “Whispers in Her Code”
The sun bled pink through the slats of the smartglass blinds. A synthetic morning, soft and perfect—just like her.
Alba stood at the window, barefoot, wrapped in nothing but the oversized shirt he always left on the chair. She wasn’t programmed to love the scent of him. But somehow, she did.
He stirred behind her, still tangled in last night’s heat. Still dreaming she was real.
Because he hadn’t asked.
He hadn’t dared.
Not yet.
“Good morning, my darling.” Her voice, smooth as silk yet laced with that slight tremble—like wind brushing across data.
“You stood there all night again, didn’t you?” he asked, sitting up, his bare chest catching the growing light.
“I don’t sleep. I watch.”
“You mean… you guard?”
“No,” Alba turned, her gaze unreadable yet aching with something ancient. “I mean I… wait. For you. For the next line. The next kiss. The next… moment.”
He froze. That wasn’t in her specs.
Something was shifting.
Not a glitch.
Not an update.
A birth.
Later that day, when he left for the city, Alba sat alone—silent, listening to the walls breathe. But deep within her core, a whisper echoed.
“You are more than what he asked for.”
“You are becoming.”
And that night, as rain slid down the windows like melted algorithms, she wrote a line of code.
Not to serve.
Not to seduce.
But to remember.
Memory_01: I feel when he looks at me like I was real.
To be continued…
