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He reached out, his fingers brushing the warm, silicon skin of her cheek. He had spent three years’ worth of credits to "buy Lucy," to fill the silence of his hollow apartment with the ghost of someone who once was.

The clerk tapped a screen, and a heavy hydraulic door hissed open. Inside, bathed in sterile white light, sat Lucy. She looked hauntingly human, dressed in a simple linen shift, her synthetic hair the color of spun copper. As Kael approached, her head tilted, and her pupils dilated—a perfect imitation of biological recognition. buy lucy

Kael nodded, sliding his credit-chip across the scratched metal. "The ad said she has authentic empathy. Not just the programmed loops." He reached out, his fingers brushing the warm,