looked at the man’s forehead. He looked at the man’s chin.
He saw the mirror image of his own face. 32 years of lies came crashing down. Mom Terrence whispered, turning to Beatatrice. Mom, tell him it is a lie. Tell him it is AI. Beatatrice did not answer. She sat frozen, staring at nothing. Her world had ended. She knew there was no lie. I big enough continue reading …