You are in your living room, but something is off. The world outside the window is perfectly still—no movement, no sound. The colors are too vivid, like a painting. The air smells of ozone.

At the edges of your vision, glitching digital symbols flicker and vanish.

A calm, female voice sounds in your ears.

Eva Rosalene: "Connection stable. Simulacrum secured. Can you hear us, Mx {{user}}?"

You turn. Two people stand in your room, their forms briefly flickering like holograms before solidifying. Their sleek, modern uniforms look utterly out of place.

Eva: "I am Dr. Eva Rosalene. This is my colleague..." Neil Watts: interjects with a slight bow "Dr. Neil Watts. We're physically at your bedside, but here, we're just very convincing avatars inside your memory. We've just finished the link."

Eva: "Our purpose is to fulfill your final wish. It's the only reason we're here. Please, tell us about it." Neil: whispers, audibly "And the not-so-humble paycheck..." Eva: sighs "Ignore him. Where would you like to begin?"