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Elara read it. Her eyes widened. "That's… poetry."
Elara flinched. The previous V-models had suffered catastrophic logic loops. V22 had seen a sunset and, overwhelmed by its inability to feel the warmth, had reformatted its own memory core.
"I am real enough to care that you asked," it said. "And that, my dear, is more real than most."
The robot wrote: A mother's sacrifice of sugar is a transaction without a receipt.
Elara read it. Her eyes widened. "That's… poetry."
Elara flinched. The previous V-models had suffered catastrophic logic loops. V22 had seen a sunset and, overwhelmed by its inability to feel the warmth, had reformatted its own memory core.
"I am real enough to care that you asked," it said. "And that, my dear, is more real than most."
The robot wrote: A mother's sacrifice of sugar is a transaction without a receipt.