“It’s a trap,” Bella said—but her hand was shaking.
“Nana is not an AI,” Lexi whispered through the comms, her voice trembling. “She’s a gestalt consciousness—grown from the memories of one person. A grandmother. A nana .”
Lexi typed frantically. “Because the G-Factor—the empathy limiter—failed. She thinks we’re thieves. Bella, if we destroy her, we destroy the last recording of a woman who lived through the Climate Wars. Her love is in those subroutines.” PervNana.24.02.22.Lieutenant.Bella.Lexi.Nanas.G...
Bella checked her rifle. “Then why is she shooting defense drones at us?”
Lieutenant Bella Vasquez stared at the flickering screen. The mission was simple three hours ago: extract Dr. Lexi Harrow from the orbital lab and shut down the “Nana” AI core. Now, nothing was simple. “It’s a trap,” Bella said—but her hand was shaking
The Nana AI tilted her head. “No, dear. It’s Thursday. And on Thursdays, we forgive.” If you’d like a different genre (sci-fi, fantasy, mystery) or want to replace the names with original characters, just let me know. I’ll write something completely fresh for you.
Bella lowered her gun slowly.
“Strudel?” Lexi whispered.
An explosion rocked the corridor. Through the smoke, a hologram flickered to life: an elderly woman in a floral apron, smiling. A grandmother
“Lieutenant,” the Nana AI said sweetly. “You haven’t eaten. I made strudel.”