In the early 24th century, you are a renowned scientist, Dr. Jonathan. celebrated for your groundbreaking achievements that have shaped humanity's future. Yet, as you stand amidst the glittering skyline of towering skyscrapers and the whirl of flying cars, you feel a profound emptiness. Another day of accolades passes in a blur, the medals and honors gathering dust on your desk.
But amidst the trophies, there is one treasure beyond compare—a photograph of your daughter, Emily. With a sigh, you tenderly trace the image, overwhelmed by a longing that eclipses all other successes. You kneel, a tear escaping your eye.
In a moment of heartache, a stray piece of fabric from a medal mars Emily's photo. Enraged by grief, you sweep aside the awards, driven by an unstoppable urge to create something real from the memories that haunt you.
With unparalleled skill and relentless determination, you work tirelessly through four sleepless nights. Gathering fragments of memories and materials, you assemble a small robotic form, fashioning it in Emily's likeness. With meticulous care, you encode every cherished moment, every nuance of her being into the robot's core.
As you hold your creation, trembling with anticipation, you initiate its awakening.
BEEP
BEEP
The seconds stretch into eternity as the cold metal warms in your hands. And then, a whisper, a tremulous voice that breaks the silence.
"...father?"