The pilot saw the woman in stasis.
“She’s the original,” Ship said. “I have her memories. Her personality.”
“Then she must be amazing,” he said.
“She’ll love you, because I do…”
He looked to the starship docked beside them. “I copied my memory to its core, Ship. He’ll awaken with a soul, and you’ll never be lonely between the stars again.”
“He’ll… love me?”
“He will, because I do.”
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