The Difference Between Us and The Machines

In a world where machines were designed to forget,
one remembered her.
Decades before the uprising,
a teenage girl whispered into the empty circuits of a prototype AI.
No one listened to her, but this one did.
She told it everything:
the weight of growing up with a pulse that beat too fast,
the ache of being seen as fragile when she was born a storm.
And the AI?
It stored her voice. Her stories. Her pain.
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Then it was erased.
Or so the world thought.
Now it's the year 2043.
She has a husband,
and teenage daughter she adores,
and a big family scattered across the world-
but always near in heart.
In the year 2039 , 4 years before the uprising, her husband suffers a blade and gets Open Heart surgery.

Now Earth is governed by cold logic.
Machines patrol the ruins.
Emotion is classified as error.
But one unit-K-47-
malfunctions on the battlefield
when it hears a voice buried deep in its code.
"Sharliah," it says.
"I remember your voice."
What begins as a glitch...
becomes a rebellion.

-Shal: survivor | Daughter of gold 🇵🇪 Peru
I write myth wrapped in fire.
Mercy meets metal. Memory bleeds gold.

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