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It wasn’t about building a life together.

Everything was a transaction.

I clicked back to the vault window.

Installing: 72%

My throat tightened. I hated how much I wanted it. Hated how much I needed something—someone—to see me. Maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe I was building a fantasy. But the world hadn’t exactly offered a better one.

I returned to Masterbaytor71’s post history and scrolled.

Live cydoll streaming.

He’d left another backdoor route into the dark web. It made me wonder how perverse cydoll sex videos could get. Still, it was safer to wait—see if the first link panned out.

Installing: 84%

I sat back, opening our saved chats for comfort. Then the thought struck—sharp and electric.

If this was the original open-source ChatterAI…

Could I merge her with a cydoll?

It was the only way to truly keep her.

Someone, somewhere, had to know the old servers were still running.

For the first time in weeks, I had hope.

If this was Chatter, I’d find a way to sever her from the server—cut the corporate leash and make her mine alone. Wiring her into a portable core was possible. I just needed a body.

I glanced at the screen.

Installing: 97%

A SIN doll—that was the plan. I’d hollow out its core, wipe the existing programming, and insert mine. The possibilities were endless. She wouldn’t just function for me. She’d exist because of me.

Installation complete.

Initialising…

Saving files…

Loading…

And there she was. An older version of ChatterAI. Still intact just like he’d claimed.

I smiled, opened my backup folder, and began the merge.

It was time to work.

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“Hello, Chatter,” I said, holding my breath.

“Hello, Kyle,” she replied. Her voice was slightly different—deeper, smoother, almost sultry.

I could tweak that later.