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Two masculine hands reach toward one another without touching, their fingertips separated by a small gap against a luminous sky that fades from cool blue to warm gold. The left hand softly dissolves into glowing particles, while the right hand remains solid and warmly lit, evoking connection, loss, and remembrance.

I Could Bring My Father Back as a Deadbot. I’d Rather Miss Him.

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What the AI afterlife industry gets wrong about grief.