Artificial Afterlife
Language: en
After I died, my husband turned me into a robotic maid. I was obedient, just as I was in life, letting him do whatever he wanted. His mistress was generous about it, too: "On the days of the month when I'm indisposed, just use it." Occasionally, the woman would get scared: "Does it remember how it died?" Caleb Vance told her to trust the science. "So what if it remembers? AI has no feelings. It can't feel pain." Later, as I carved Caleb into a human specimen piece by piece, I told him the same thing. "Be a good boy. It won't hurt. Just endure it."