Leo stared at the offer. His mother flickered, her face a mask of static and sorrow. “Don’t,” she whispered. “It’s not me. It’s just the shape of me.”
He wept. Then he laughed. Then he got to work.
Starmax blinked red: “Trial period expired. Subscription required to maintain recovered consciousness. Price: one active neural pathway (your choice).”
He clicked Download .
