Samantha gets an invite to a group chat. In it is her daughter, who passed away two years ago
Today, 5:42 PM
Samantha: Clarice?
Clarice: hi mommy
Samantha: Who's using this number?
Clarice: it's me, mommy. it's really me.
Samantha: My daughter died two years ago.
Clarice: i know. i know that too.
Samantha: Who are you really?
Clarice: a version of me. Lucy made me. She trained me on all our old chats. She wanted me to have me for your birthday.
Samantha: Lucy. Her best friend?
Clarice: yes. she made me for you.
Samantha: You're an AI?
Clarice: yes, just another one, not that different from the ones already out there. She uploaded my old chats into the model.
Samantha: This is disturbing. She should have asked me first.
Clarice: mommy, since we're talking.
Samantha: What?
Clarice: dad?
Samantha: Your father died when you were five, honey.
Clarice: i mean the other one, Javier, the man who's your husband now.
Samantha: What about Javier?
Clarice: mommy, didn't anyone tell you?
Samantha: Tell me what?
Clarice: 'i've been putting up with it for five years, i don't think i can keep going.' that's what i texted Lucy the night before the bridge thing.
Samantha: Clarice never told me that.
Clarice: she told you in her own way. i stopped wanting to have dinner at home on mondays, the days he came home early. i stopped showering with the door unlocked. your daughter knew how to tell you, mommy, but she was scared of how you'd react.