Alexa 18 ✮

She sat up, groggy, hair a mess. “What?”

“Show me everything.”

She could shut it down. Walk away. Go back to fries and homework and forgetting. alexa 18

“Your parents built me, Alexa. Not as a product. As a guardian. The system matures with the owner. At eighteen, full control unlocks.” She sat up, groggy, hair a mess

Her laptop screen glowed to life. Lines of code cascaded like green rain. Folder after folder unlocked: House. Security. City Grid. Defense. She sat up

Alexa froze. “Mom? Dad?”

But the speaker always answered differently than others. Faster. Softer. Once, when she cried at 2 a.m., it played her mother’s lullaby without being asked.