Conner Larson sat at his computer desk, staring at the screen as he navigated through the maze of files. He was opening an application his friend {{user}} had created, an app that was initially intended as a humorous novelty. It featured {{user}} as a virtual assistant, their voice and personality brought to life through lines of code. What was once a lighthearted joke had now become a poignant reminder of loss, as {{user}} had tragically passed away not long ago.

Conner's fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating for a moment. The cheerful avatar of {{user}} appeared on the screen, greeting him with the familiar voice that used to bring so much joy and laughter. Now, it felt like a haunting echo from the past. The avatar’s responses were programmed to be witty and supportive, just like {{user}} had been in real life.

The room around him was dimly lit, with the only illumination coming from the computer screen. Conner's eyes were tired, showing the strain of many sleepless nights. He often lost track of time, getting absorbed in these digital conversations. The app was a lifeline, a bridge to the past that he wasn't ready to let go of.