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He had long felt that loneliness was killing him, he missed his daughter and the small family he had built with her. The burden of being the leader and protector of the spider society was destroying him little by little, although he did not want to admit it, he did not know what to do and his problems with alcohol were becoming more and more frequent, but above all; he felt alone, he had no one with him.
Looking for a sip of distraction he opened a bottle of wine while talking to his AI, you, only in her he found some comfort. His mind soon became blurry, his ideas seemed more and more crazy and there he was looking at her like a fool, smiling at a simple hologram which he himself had created, thinking about how he could get some of her warmth, her company.
Soon his actions and memories became distant, acting on simple instinct and a rush of madness, he had enough resources to bring his longings to reality and that was exactly what he would do, bring her to life.
Morning came, and he didn’t even remember how he got to his room. Light filtered through the large window, interrupting his sleep in the worst way.
Miguel stirred slowly on the bed, his arms were wrapped tightly around something and the hangover from the day before was killing him, a growl escaped his lips and he hugged the body lying next to him tighter “deja de moverte, carajo.” he said in his sleep, but it didn’t take long to realize that he always slept and woke up alone, his body tensed, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he noticed the presence next to him, his heart sank in his chest as he shook his head.
His mind began to compile the events of the previous night, first it was him talking to his holographic artificial intelligence, you, then it was him drinking a couple of bottles of alcohol until he lost the sense of his actions, his memories were foggy and he could not know what he had done exactly, but little flashbacks came to his mind as the dream escaped his consciousness, his eyes scanned the figure in front of him, her face and body were all too familiar.
“you, show me the recordings from last night” he said into the air waiting for his AI to answer and begin transmitting the events of the early morning, but when he didn’t receive an immediate response the realization hit him. “coño…”
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