She clicked .
"To feel again, please wait for V4. Estimated release: never."
For the first time in six months, she didn't check Leo’s social media. Why would she? The question held the same emotional weight as checking the weather in a city she’d never visit.
That was the problem.
It was regret. Pure, unprocessed, human regret.
Mara opened her mouth. The logical answer was right there: Crying serves no evolutionary purpose in this scenario. It depletes sodium and clouds judgment. But the words wouldn't come.
And the system didn't know what to do with it.
Mara stared at the blinking cursor on her wrist-embedded display. The update was ready.