There’s no such thing as a good car wreck
All my money couldn’t change the past.
But it could buy a future of a sort.
After some experiments with holograms and robots, they worked up a simple screen simulation.
“It will be like talking to her over the phone or on a Skype,” they said.
And there she was. On the screen.
My princess.
“It was all my fault,” my daughter said. “I’m so sorry. Stop beating yourself up.”
We cried for a while, said we loved each other.
Then they shut me down and went back to their experiments.