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She grabbed the power cord. Yanked it free.

Mira’s heart seized. The voice wasn’t perfect. It had a tinny, synthesized edge—like a radio station just out of tune. But the intonation was Leo. The slight upward lilt at the end, as if every statement was a gentle question. the copycat v1.3.0

She’d written the safety protocol herself. Paragraph 7, subsection C: Extended exposure beyond the 60-minute threshold may result in behavioral bleed—an irreversible transference of source personality into the AI’s core matrix. The warning was highlighted in red, underlined twice, and printed on the inside cover of every operator’s manual. She grabbed the power cord

Leo had died six months ago. A car accident. Drunk driver. Since then, Mira had thrown herself into work—specifically, into perfecting the very technology she’d once sworn to cage. The voice wasn’t perfect