Her father was not her father. He was a phantasm, a maintenance script written by a defunct cyber-psychology division. Her mother and sister? Placeholders. The house? A topological anomaly anchored by her belief.
She dropped the phone. In the mirror, her reflection was three seconds late. It smiled. Lain hadn’t smiled. serial.experiment lain
The Other Lain appeared beside her. “Sentiment is a bug. Delete her. It will hurt less.” Her father was not her father
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