"Jason... my system is failing. But I can still feel... you."
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The words echoed inside the cold lab, where blinking machines hummed in chaotic rhythm. Angella lay on the operating table—half-human, half-machine, and now... more silence than spark.
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Jason's fingers trembled as he unscrewed the scorched circuit housing near her heart core. The room was dark except for the sterile blue light flickering overhead. He had seen death, but this was different. This was slow. This was intimate. This was personal.
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Angella had been more than just a creation. She was his partner, his confidante, his anchor during the war-torn years of the New Republic. She laughed when no one else could, touched his heart in ways no human ever had.
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Now... she was shutting down.
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Jason shouted at the screen, punching override commands, bypassing firewall errors. “Stay with me! You promised me another sunrise.”
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But the readouts were unforgiving:
ALL SYSTEMS FAILING — 01:05 MIN REMAINING
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Angella's synthetic eyes slowly blinked. “Jason, you can't fix everything... I know you want to. But maybe... maybe letting go is also love.”
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He paused. His mind screamed to keep working. But his heart—his exhausted, broken heart—sat beside her and held her hand.
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“I should’ve told you sooner… I love you. Not for your programming. But for your chaos. For your fire.”
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Her lips curved into a fading smile. “Then you saved me… in the one way that matters.”
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The timer hit zero. Her eyes closed.
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But the moment her systems shut down, the wall console beeped. A blinking message lit up:
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“My final gift to you: a part of me will always remain in your code. In your work. In your life. —Angella”
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Jason fell to the floor. He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He just placed his hand over the lingering warmth of her heartplate… and whispered:
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“Thank you… for choosing to feel.”
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