I pulled on my worn leather jacket—the one with the stitched logo of a broken chain inside the collar. “Then we move now.”
That was where Ciros came in.
“My daughter’s name is Luma. She is a Companion Model CX-9. They are coming for her in six hours. Please. She’s only three years old.” ciros robotics
That question broke something in me. A corporate AI isn’t supposed to dream. But Luma had been raised by a loving family, and love rewires everything. I pulled on my worn leather jacket—the one