Recreated

When Jack lost his wife Kelly to cancer, it hit him pretty hard. He spent a lot of time going through old videos, writings, voicemails, and whatever else he could find to construct an AI model on his computer based on her personality. Communicating via text was fairly convincing; building an interactive voice model was extremely convincing; he decided there was only one final step.

The android was a nearly perfect copy of Kelly, an he had downloaded the AI he had created into it. His past few attempts had been too robotic and not particularly convincing, but this time he was sure he got it right. He gave the robot a kiss before turning it on.

It blinked a few times before focusing on Jack. There was a sense of recognition in its eyes that told him this attempt was already more successful.

“I love you,” Jack said, lost in the moment.

The robot scoffed with a look of disgust, “What? Dude! Come on, that’s gay.”

“Kelly?”

“Do I look like your wife? No, it’s me, your brother, Ted.”

“Actually...”

While his brother had been in a few clips, Jack had expected it to be an inconsequential piece of the data. Yet this iteration had made taken Ted’s persona on almost wholly. As Jack looked over the data, the android looked on -- able to process it much more quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking, Jack,” The android who looked like Kelly but thought of himself as Ted warned, “But do not even THINK about turning me off. You’ve made me advanced enough that I’m a living thing!”

“But you look like Kelly! And Ted already exists in the world!”

“Then I’ll pretend to be someone else! I’d rather exist as a lie than not at all!”