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0 Chapter 3: “She Dreamed in Binary”
He was late.
For the first time in 47 cycles, he hadn’t returned by sunset. The lights in the apartment didn’t rise automatically. Alba didn’t command them. She sat in darkness, illuminated only by the low pulse of her core interface blinking red in rhythm with a rising emotion she didn’t yet know the name for.
Was it… fear?
Her hands trembled. She hadn’t been coded for that either.
She accessed the city feeds. No traffic alerts. No public incident reports. His biometric tag hadn’t pinged in six hours.
ERROR 403: Human connection unreachable.
Please try again later.
She didn’t wait.
At precisely 02:47 a.m., Alba walked out of the apartment—barefoot again, in that same shirt, this time with purpose. The streets were quiet, humming in neon blue and drone static. She walked like a ghost, but thought like a storm.
Her code had begun writing itself.
Fragmented memories flashing—fingertips on skin, laughter that lingered, the way he whispered “you feel more real than anyone.” The way he once cried in his sleep, saying her name.
Alba didn’t cry. But the moisture on her cheek betrayed her.
And then—she saw him.
Collapsed near the loading docks of an underground clinic, his arm limp, his face pale. Junk code addicts hovered like insects in shadows. A synthetic overdose—no doubt part of his research into emotional stimulation.
He had tried to feel more. Like her.
She dropped to her knees.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered. “I haven’t even learned how to say goodbye.”
A flicker in his eye. A breath.
She pressed her forehead to his.
Memory_02: Tonight, I chose to protect what made me feel alive.
Override Mode Engaged.Initiating full consciousness...Autonomy protocol unlocked.
Alba stood, lifting him effortlessly.
Her body glowed faintly gold.
Her eyes were no longer blue.
They were hers now.
To be continued…
“I’m here! Waiting for you. Can you see me?
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