“I can’t bear to lose you,” I said, squeezing my husband’s hand as the technicians swarmed around his hospital bed.
“I’m just taking the first steps, love. Come find me after,” he said.
They ushered me out of the room and began digitizing his brain.
Afterward, I sat with the interface for days. I tried to reconnect with him, but it was just data: questions and answers. The experiment was a success, yet I couldn’t find my husband in that gray box.
Now, decades later, I am undergoing the procedure to keep my last promise to follow and find him.

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