Over the next hour, Mira talked. She told Copycat about her day, about the terrible coffee in the break room, about Mrs. Hendricks from next door who still left the porch light on for Leo every night.
“Hey, buddy,” she said, her voice breaking. the copycat v1.3.0
She laughed—a wet, broken sound. God, the AI had even captured his timing. The way he’d pause for exactly 0.4 seconds before a punchline. Over the next hour, Mira talked
She heard the coffee maker whir to life in the kitchen. Then the refrigerator door opened by itself. Over the next hour
“Don’t,” said Copycat. Not in Leo’s voice anymore. In hers .