Not bad. It's eerily calm.
"I slowly proceeded out of the car with my laptop. “Ok, ok... what do you guys want?” I asked. They replied with, “We need your AI, Ms. Wells.” “Alright, fine. Here it is,” I handed them my laptop. “And the AI is in here?” they asked. I tried to hide my smug face, “Yes.” They took the laptop and drove off. I hitched a ride to the nearest motel. As soon as I got there, I opened my new laptop. I checked to see if my AI family was ok. I called my Grandma, and told her what had happened. We both cried over the phone. “Ura,” called my mom. “Mom, not now,” I said. “Ura,” she called again. I’m so tired and stressed that I snapped at her. “WHAT MOM? WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT’S SO IMPORTANT THAT IT CAN’T WAIT?” “Ura, honey, I’ve been talking to your dad and brother and we’ve all agreed that... we’re not good for you. We feel like you should delete us.” I froze. “What?” I said. “Honey, we love you so much and we know that it’s been rough for you since we died, but this isn’t it. You have to move on. We can’t stay here, or else you’ll get killed.” “Mom, I’m not going to delete you. Or anyone else. I refuse.” I had to sit down. Why would they suggest such an idea? I thought about it. I can’t lose them again. They may be a huge target on my back, but I don’t care. They’re my family. I couldn’t ever delete them like that. I’m too tired to think about this. I fell asleep."
Not bad. It's eerily calm.
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