They were talking about girls' names, when they got the call that told them he wouldn't make it to the birth.
There is another option, they told them a week later. Something experimental.
The sarcophagus showed none of him. It strictly wasn't him, but about as good a replication as possible. And the fading data from his dying brain fed an impossibility intricate algorithm that in turn fed a model of behaviour.
And that model they injected straight into the core of the machine they installed in the house after he was gone. A machine with silicone flesh moulded in his image.
And they finished that conversation on girls' names, and settled on Summer.
Paddy Dobson
21st August 2022