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Then she is there.

The glass warms. Light bleeds from within—not harsh, but the colour of late afternoon sun through a window. The orb levitates, just an inch, and begins to hum. Not a machine hum. A human one. A tune I recognise but cannot place. Companion 2025

Then I close my fist around it and walk back inside. Then she is there

Week six. The notification arrives on my phone. BETA TRIAL ENDING. TWO OPTIONS: just an inch