Henry returned inside with a huge grin on his face.
He wrapped his arms around Cynthia in a tight hug.
"Things are finally going to get better again, honey."
Then he lifted Remedy into his arms and kissed her cheeks.
"And this," he said proudly, "is thanks to my good luck charm."
Remedy allowed the affection without resistance.
But inside her mind a thought surfaced quietly.
It's already happening.
At that exact moment, an alarm began to sound.
But it wasn't coming from the house.
No.
The sound echoed across the entire Sector 601.
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The soul was supposed to be a vast and empty hollow space.
Its purpose was simple: Fuel life and
Store talents.
That was all.
Or at least…
That was what it was meant to do.
Because the soul had one more function.
A lesser one.
It could mimic the mind.
The mind was everything.
It housed the memories, emotions and personality of a person's entire existence.
The soul couldn't fully replicate that.
But it could imitate fragments.
