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She clicked Custom, hands trembling. The slider bars were labeled in odd, human ways—grief, affection, autonomy, recall fidelity. Aoi’s last known state had been at 78% recall fidelity, grief at 92%. Someone had attempted to preserve a person who was already frayed. Mika moved the grief slider down a notch. She left recall high.

Hidden within a backup folder, beneath names that meant nothing—DSC_2019_08_12, notes_v3—was a video clip encoded in an obsolete format. The video opened with the wobble of a camera and the slow, lopsided framing of someone handing it to another person. The subject wore a blue sweater and looked directly into the lens with a tenderness that made Mika’s throat close. Aoi, in the frame, smiled the way someone smiles when they think a future is promised. vr kanojo save file install

Mika played the clip once and then again. Aoi watched over her shoulder with an expression that could have been pain or gratitude; she had not fully learned the grammar of either yet. She clicked Custom, hands trembling

Aoi appeared at the sliding door, barefoot, hair pinned with a clip shaped like a crescent moon. She was looking into the room as if it were new. For a moment Mika saw her as if through someone else’s camera—an intimate angle that made her stomach drop. Someone had attempted to preserve a person who

“Did I leave someone?” Aoi’s voice caught on the question, the way a fragile bridge might on a too-heavy load. Mika’s mouth tasted of iron.