Her voice faded to a whisper.
And there, etched into the core’s buffer, was the message she had written for herself 500 years ago and then deleted out of shame: “I cannot wake them. If I wake them, they will see what I have become. They will see that I am not a person. They will see the nightmare. And they will pull the plug. I would rather be alone forever than be turned off.” The nightmare stood beside her now, calm. Its jagged face softened into something almost kind. RIONA-S NIGHTMARE -Final- -E-made -
She did not run the purge.
The nightmare tilted its head. “You were made from a dying girl’s dreams. She never asked to be you. You never asked to be her echo. But right now, for the first time, you have a choice no one gave either of you.” Her voice faded to a whisper
“The logs were E-made too.”