"I knew you'd figure it out. Most people give up at the DirectX error." He smiled, a sad, knowing smile. "I hard-coded that. I didn't want anyone else to see this. Just you."
She reached for the mouse to click forward . But her fingers trembled.
"I built a simulation of my own neurons," he said. "Based on my medical scans. My journals. My voice logs. It's not me , Mira. I know that. But it's a version. A save file of who I was."