It was the cruelty of it all.
A robot girl who thought she was real.
She thought. She felt.
And she hurt.
Because all around her, over the years, everything had changed.
Everything she knew was gone.
She’d outlasted all she knew.
She’d outlasted all she loved.
Until nothing was left but her memories.
Those never faded. They were always with her.
At first, they were a comfort.
When everything around her was so strange.
And became stranger.
Then, she felt… haunted.
And then the pain.
Alone in time.
Always alone.
Sitting in the museum, staring at nothing.
And remembering.