A copy of her mind was uploaded to a Service Matrix. There, it would spend years as an NPC for the use, abuse, and pleasure of men that pumped quarters into the Holocade’s machines.

The simulation had all her memories, all her hopes and dreams, but knew it had been created as a toy for men.

Even though the original would live out her life, age, and pass on, the simulation would last forever. An immortal, but only so long as she pleased the men who frequented the Holocade.

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