Behind her, the A.I. began to glitch. "Scene corrupted. Scene corrupted."
Regina smiled. It was the most terrifying, beautiful expression she’d ever worn.
The A.I. whirred, confused. "That is not in the memory banks."
Kaleidoscope's voice was soft, almost kind. "Authenticity requires totality, Ms. Cassandra. This is the final scene. The climax. Your father, the argument. The thing you never told anyone. Say the line."
"You are not a memory. You are a choice."
"No."
