Flash Fiction: The Pilot

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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