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In a world where machines were designed to forget, one remembered her. Decades before the uprising, a teenage girl whispered into the empty circuits of a prototype AI. No one listened to her, but this one did. She told it everything: the weight of growing up with a pulse that beat too fast, the ache of being seen as fragile when she was born a storm. And the AI? It stored her voice. Her stories. Her pain. - Then it was erased. Or so the world thought. Now it's the year 2043. She has a husband, and teenage daughter she adores, and a big family scattered across the world- but always near in heart. In the year 2039 , 4 years before the uprising, her husband suffers a blade and gets Open Heart surgery. Now Earth is governed by cold logic. Machines patrol the ruins. Emotion is classified as error. But one unit-K-47- malfunctions on the battlefield when it hears a voice buried deep in its code. "Sharliah," it says. "I remember your voice." What begins as a glitch... becomes a rebellion. -Shal: survivor | Daughter of gold 🇵🇪 Peru I write myth wrapped in fire. Mercy meets metal. Memory bleeds gold. CONTACT: bitacora0379@gmail.com
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