Rolling out of bed the man moved to his desk and woke up the computer. For hours he thumped his fingers against the keys on the board, transferring data to make algorithms that would work.
As the room turned light, streaks of pink tinging the white walls he stood and stretched his shoulders. A stupid smile now broke his face. It would work. He knew what he had to do to get her back.
He strode across the room to the chair and table in the corner. Beside it was an ornate urn. Briefly he looked to it, nodded his head focused on the occupant of the chair.
She was everything like her, physically at least.
Making her had been the easy part. Giving her life and her old memories, that was what was taking the longest time. “But I have it now. All we have to do is upload the files and you will be back,” he clutched at the hand resting on the table next to the urn.
Running cables from the computer to the girl, he hooked them up in the port in the back of her neck. His hands hovered over the computer, shaking a little. Taking a deep breathe, he clenched his fingers tight before unrolling them and starting the download.
Days later the girl opened her eyes. She blinked hard at the boy standing in front of her. A memory flickered before her eyes, she remembered the first time she had seen him advertised in the catalogue. She had been lonely… but she couldn’t conjure the feeling of the time up into her chest.
Taking both of her hands into his, he knelt in front of her.
“You came back to me.” Quickly he had to clutch at his chest again. It felt like it would burst open.
Was it real? Any of the things he was feeling for her, was that real or something that had been in his programming? He couldn’t say when he first felt something inside his chest, a sort of tightening around his hard drive, but he didn’t think he could live without it now.